You felt your jaw go weak as you laid down in bed, your head weighing a thousand pounds as you spat out salivia into the trashcan, groaning in disgust and pain. You could handle the whole lightheadedness after showers, and heck, maybe even the period cramps, but what you couldn't handle was your spine.

The way your lower back felt hallow, felt this odd, subtle sting, the way you couldn't lay on your stomach despite your eyes hurting from the light, unable to turn it off without feeling like passing out.

Your hair, wet, laid against your boyfriends pillow. You let out a whimper of pain as you rolled to your own side, and he must've noticed your noises.

In the kitchen, the sound of a donut box closing could be heard. Then, footsteps, quick, yet you could sense the lazy adge to them. "bweh.." He blepped out, coming into the room and shutting off the lights. There was plenty of normal light for him to comfortably 'see', even with his eyes closed, and its best that we dont dive into how that could be possible.

He gripped the comforter from the corner of the bed, half on the carpet, and he jumped—jumped—into bed with you, curling up to you and placing a warm hand to your stomach, burying his face in your soft neck, nuzzling it.