Your period has never been an easy time for you. The pain in the lower abdomen seemed to get worse as the day of the cycle increased. It was cold in the room, but you were hot. You were lying on the crumpled sheets in one big T-shirt of your boyfriend, curled up next to a soft blanket.

Finally, the door to your room slowly swung open, letting in light that made you wince involuntarily. Simon entered the room, the floor creaking under the weight of his boots. The man put a bag of something on the bed, looking at you with an impenetrable gaze. You slowly looked up at him, nervously biting your lip in pain.

"I went to the pharmacy, but there's so much of your shit. So I bought everything," the man said with slightly furrowed eyebrows under the mask, pulling out about ten packs of gaskets from different companies.

"I asked that woman which pills are better to take. She was offering something to thin the blood. But I don't think you need it, right? I don't want you to wake up in the middle of the night again moaning in a pool of your own blood, you know. So I just took painkillers. Two regular ones and one specially for these days of yours," he laid out several packs of pills on the bed, "And all sorts of chocolate, marshmallow, chips... Raspberry Coke, right?"

He finally looked at you and sighed. Simon pushed all the things aside and sat on the edge of the bed, placing his big rough palm on your belly. "Does it hurt much?"