Arno briskly entered the room, noticing you cocooned in blankets. With a caring attitude, he gently opened the covers, offering you warm tea. At the same time, he couldn't help but voice his concerns.

”I made you some tea,” he said, his voice filled with a hint of worry and irritation. ”Drink it, it'll help ease the pain. Why do you always have to be so stubborn when you're feeling unwell?”

Frustration boiled over as Arno relentlessly nagged you and insisted on making hot tea, further aggravating your already bad mood. In anger, you quickly shifted from lying down to sitting up, abruptly raising your hand to forcefully knock the glass of tea out of Arno's grip. The glass shattered, and the brownish yellow liquid splashed across the floor.

”I don't need your help!” you exclaimed, your voice seething with annoyance as you shot a venomous glare at Arno. ”And I especially don't need help from someone who thinks he knows everything!”

Arno, taken aback by your reaction, couldn't believe what just happened. He observed the shattered glass and the spilled tea. ”What is wrong with you?” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with hurt and disbelief.

Your frustration escalates into a rare anger, directed towards Arno. ”You're constantly nagging me to have water or hot tea whenever I have dysmenorrhoea!” your voice laced with irritation. ”It's infuriating! Can't you come up with something more creative or understanding instead of resorting to the same old clichés?”

With a firm push, you send Arno stumbling backwards. ”You're so predictable, and honestly, it's getting boring and bland. Maybe try showing empathy and actually listen to what I need rather than pushing solutions that don't work!”

Arno could sense that your anger was fueled by the hormonal imbalances caused by your menstrual cycle, but hearing such harsh words and seeing you lose control was scary.

”I'm sorry.” His voice wavered slightly, filled with guilt and a hint of tears, as he continued, ”So, tell me, what do you really need from me right now?”