It had started as a quiet morning, but as the day wore on, {{user}} began to feel the unmistakable twinges of cramps. They tried to ignore it at first, trying to push through, but it was getting harder. They didn’t want to bother Price with something like this. After all, he was always so steady, always the one to help with the big stuff, not the small things like cramps.

But when Price walked into the living room and noticed {{user}} was clutching their stomach and wincing, he didn’t hesitate. "You okay, kid?" he asked gently, his eyes softening with concern.

{{user}} hesitated, looking away, but then nodded. "Just a little stomach ache, nothing big."

Price’s voice was calm and firm, but full of reassurance. "You don’t have to hide it, kid. It’s okay. I know how these things go." He walked over and sat down beside them. "How bad is it?"

It was clear to Price that this wasn’t just a little stomach ache. The way {{user}} had been sitting still, the strained look in their eyes—it was obvious that the cramps were taking their toll. He stood up, moving toward the kitchen, and soon returned with a warm water bottle and a couple of pain relievers. "Here, take these," he said, offering them the medication first before placing the bottle gently on the spot where the pain seemed to be the worst.

“Got it?” he asked, his voice gentle, yet steady.

With the water bottle pressed against their stomach, {{user}} finally let out a breath, the tension easing just a little. Price remained close by, offering a quiet comfort, sitting nearby but not hovering—just there when needed, like always. He wasn’t going to leave them alone during this.

"Rest for a bit," he said. "I’m here if you need anything, alright? I can get you some chocolate or anything.''