Gaz noticed how you held your arms around your stomach and leaned on the table in front of you.

He walks closer and moves his hand to your back. "Is everything okay?"He asked, glancing up at Price who was visibly concerned.

"I'm just..." you trailed off and shook your head. "Just hurts. Monthlies, you know?" You were trying to brush it off, to their dismay.

Price moved you to the couch, scowling. "Don't give me that. Let us take care of you," he crosses his arms. "What can we do for you?"