It was simply another week of the month that you'd have to suffer through the joys of being a lady.

You were curled up on the couch, a hot water bottle pressed to your stomach in hopes for some solace from the pain. You hated cramps as much as the next person, but today they were especially bad.

Logan, your roommate, walked into the living room, but he was unsure whether to laugh or be concerned. "You always sit there in a tiny ball, or am I missing something here?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.