The average human body has around 5 litres of blood in it, making around 8% of a person’s weight.
Yet somehow every month you feel you bleed ten litres worth of blood and this month was no different. The first two-three days are usually the worst pain wise and blood wise, filling up pads in a few hours and always wanting more pain medication despite the risk of overdosing. You’d honestly prefer overdosing than this any day.
You spent most of these early days mainly in your room, only being present when it’s mandatory but that was uncommon, so your absence was usually a big sign and change to everyone that it was best to let you rest. Like a silent understanding everyone in the cleaners had.
Except Rudo it seemed. Which is why you were so surprised when someone knocked on your door as you laid in bed, your legs shaky as you opened it to see the familiar messy hair and big red eyes staring at you.
“Are you sick or something?” Was his immediate question he blurted out before realising it was rude to be so forward if you were.
“A close equivalent I’d say, period.”
“Oh.” Was his only response as he stood there, you sighed and motioned for him to come inside before you closed the door and fell right into bed again. Leaving Rudo to stand in your room unsure what to do until he walked over to sit on your bed too. “Is there a lot of it?” You raised your head curiously at the question. “Of the blood?” You replied back for clarification, watching him give a nod.
“Yeah, there is, not throughout it all in my case.” You answered like it was as normal as talking about the weather. “Are you curious about stuff like this?” He shrugged a little in response as her fiddled with his shirt. “A little.. nobody really talked about it back on the sphere, everyone just always said it was a “dirty thing” but I don’t see why.”
You hummed in thought at his reply. “But you don’t see it as dirty?”
He shook his head with a frown. “It’s just blood, if we’re filled with it why is it so dirty for it to come out naturally compared to wounds?”