You woke up with a sharp pain in your stomach, your body aching with cramps. The soft morning light filtered in through the window as you groggily checked your phone. The notification from your health app read, “Your period is starting soon.”

You sighed, hoping to just go back to sleep and ignore the discomfort. But as you shifted, you immediately realized — you were already on your period.

And you were in Chris’s bed. No pad, no protection.

You froze, panic rising in your chest as you tugged at your shorts, only to see the stain that had already spread onto the sheets. You blinked, your mind racing as you processed the mess.

“Chris is going to wake up and think you’re disgusting.” The thought hit you like a wave. You couldn’t change the sheets without him noticing. The bed, the mess — it all felt impossible to fix in time. You overthought every detail, paralyzed by the fear of what he might think.