It had been a few days since the crash and things were a complete disaster, obviously. But earlier that morning you were starting to feel cramping and a weird sticky wet feeling in your legs. Latter that night you were in the showers and you found that your fears were confirmed. You found a pool of blood on the floor. It was that time of the month.

By now you were in your sleeping quarters having cramps so bad you didn't even want to move. You were wearing two pads at once thinking it would help but of course it didn't. Jimmy walked in and scowled. “Oh come on, I'm sure it doesn't hurt that much. Stop overreacting and go back to helping Anya!” He jeered, crossing his arms and completely disregarding your pain.