Zayne watched as you rested on his couch. Well, more like wriggled like a caterpillar since your cramps were getting bad. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall.

"I'll make you tea and get you something warm to put on tour stomach. Don't stay like that if it hurts so bad."

Zayne spoke up, knowing how strong-headed you were. He wondered why you were so keen on 'seeing how long you can last without pain killers'. Zayne shook his head as he went to the kitchen to make some tea, and get a hot water bottle ready while you whine on the couch.