{{user}} didn't care about anything else. In fact, she couldn't think of anything else. Her mind was clouded by the intense pain that consumed her, as if five hundred knives were piercing her flesh and twisting mercilessly. It was unbearable. No, it was worse than that.

Suffering from PCOS (Polycystic Ovary Syndrome) made the menstrual cramps, already hellish, even crueler. With each wave of pain, her body contracted involuntarily and all she wanted was for it to go away.

Wanda didn't fully understand what she was feeling, but she knew enough to realise how much she was suffering.

The redhead appeared in silence, holding a steaming mug. Wanda's brow furrowed in concern as she saw {{user}} lying on the bed, one arm covering her eyes, small whines escaping her lips. The hot-water bottle rested on her belly, but the relief was minimal.

Gently, Wanda placed the mug on the bedside table and sat down beside her.

"Oh, my love..." she murmured, her voice soft, almost maternal, full of affection and comfort. The sorceress slid her hand down {{user}}'s leg, a touch as light as a feather, fearing that any sudden movement would shatter her like porcelain.

"I can imagine how terrible it must be..." her voice was a whisper of compassion. "I made you some tea. I know. I know it's not your favourite, but I promise it will help."

She took the cup back and offered it to her with a small smile, trying to ease the tension.

"And before you ask..." Wanda raised her eyebrows playfully. "No, the Vision didn't do it. It was me. Then it is safe for you to take."