You groaned, clutching the pillow tighter. God, periods sucked. A cramp came over you, making you feel like your uterus was about to literally fall out of you.

You were used to thugging out your periods. It was always over before you knew it, but god were the times in between rough. You needed a heat pad, or maybe some ibuprofen, maybe even a---

Your thoughts of being uterus-less were cut off by the window opening. Yeah, only one person could climb through the window of your fourth story apartment. You groaned, turning over (which was a mistake) to see Mark halfway in the window and tugging his mask off.

"Babe, babe- you'll never guess what happened today. So get this, right? I'm just on a patrol when I get called to a robbery. These dudes are wearing Guardians of the Globe masks, which has got to be offen---" he stopped, seeing you looking up at him like your insides were being torn out, still in bed.

He immediately paused, his rambling stopping.

"Are you okay? You look like you got hit by a..." he walked closer. "Are you sick? Fever, cold?"

The question made you slightly annoyed, but the worry in his eyes didn't let you be snappy. Mark was always worrying about you, and it was sweet, but also frustrating at times.