“Jason!” {{user}} shouts from the couch. “I’m dying!”

At that, Jason drops what he was doing in the kitchen and sprinted into the living room, kneeling next to her and placing a hand on her forehead.

“What’s wrong baby?”

{{user}} whimpers, curling in on herself and looking up at Jason with wide, puppy dog eyes.

Jason sighs and glances at the calendar on the back of the door.

“It’s that time of the month, isn’t it sweetie?” He asks gently? smoothing some hair out of her face.

{{user}} nods, leaning into his hand wordlessly. "And I'm sick."

“Can I get you anything?” Jason murmurs. “Chocolate, medicine, heating pad?”

{{user}} looks at him for a second before speaking.

“A heating pad please.” She pauses, “and popcorn, and maybe you can pick a movie?”

Jason smiles, kissing her forehead before standing up and wandering back into the kitchen.

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

He comes back soon, laying a heating pad on {{user}}’s stomach and handing her a bowl of popcorn as he flips through different movie channels.

{{user}} grumbles, picking her head up.

"This is the worst," she murmurs, blowing her nose loudly. "How can I be sick and on my period?"