Hosea cradled you in his arms as tears welled in your eyes. In all fairness, he didn’t know how to deal with a situation like this. It was late, and all the women in camp were asleep. It felt quite sadistic of fate to do this — especially now.

“Am I going to die?” You asked Hosea, to which he let out a chuckle, “No dear, it’s called a period. It’s a normal thing for your age.” He responded in kind.

He had been comforting you all night after aiding your situation. He was too old for this.