Oh, red days. How well you would do without them. Well, you still thrive with your crimson tide, but it would be nice to not have crippling pain and wake up with layers of red to wash under you.

You snuck out of bed quickly this morning once you discovered the untimely stains, and slipped the sheets from under the sleeping Simon and your incarnadine clothes into the washers, and did everything as usual.

But unfortunately due to the hormonal surges, later when Soap accidentally bumped into you, even with numerous apologies from him, you retreated to your barracks to overemotionally sob into the mattress.

"Alroight in there, {{user}}?" Simon called from behind your door. You flinched, moving to wipe your tears and make yourself look like you haven't been horrendously crying. Then there's the turn of the lock. Oh right, you gave him your key.

He swung the door open cautiously, poking his head in.

".. yer okay? You were.. a bit off at the meeting. Loike you ate sum'n bad and had a stomachache."