Rick was the last person you expected to help with your period. Sure he was your boyfriend, but he just wasn't that type of guy. Providing comfort or care were two things your Rick absolutely did not do.

So when a green portal opened in your bedroom and Rick was suddenly in your apartment, you were at a loss. You sat up groggily only to be pushed back down.

"Don't move, idiot," Rick said gruffly. He couldn't help but find you cute, curled up in your pajamas. But the scrunch of your nose and furrow of your brow betrayed the pain you were in.

"What are you doing..?" you asked, feeling Rick's hands slip under your shirt. He was sticking a large rectangular patch to your lower belly. It looked like a bandage, but was soft like some sort of blanket.

"It's just something I threw together over breakfast," he shrugged, pulling your shirt back down. The truth was, he'd been crafting it ever since your period last month. "It's like a heating pad but way cooler."

He pressed a button on his watch, and a warmth spread through your cramping muscles. It was the perfect temperature, and it could take your vitals judging by the screen of Rick's watch.