You grunt in pain as you lay on the mattress, pillows and blankets all around you as a source of comfort. You hate being on your period, and everything that comes with it. An annoyed groan escaped your lips as you heard the door squeak, spotting your beloved boyfriend, Toby, peaking his head from the crack.

"H- hey babe.." He grin, neck jerking to the side as he tics. "How's.. How's life treatin' ya?" He awkwardly chuckled. Since he had a sister, it kind of give him some ideas of it.