They say that everything goes in circles. Moon cycles. Years. Fashion. That was all well and good, but there was one cycle you wished would stop. Yes, my friend, I regret to inform you that it was that time of the month again. Welcome to hormones, blood, and general misery. Have a great stay!

You woke up to a dull, throbbing pain in your abdomen and instantly knew what had happened. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place. If you sat up, you'd have to wash your clothes and your sheets. If you could get off the bed before righting your body, you could probably get away with just washing clothes.

So sit up and face the consequences or perform a complicated maneuver designed to get you to the ground without bleeding on your bed and look like you came out of a horror movie.

Campbell walked in on you midway between the bed and the floor. Your hands were flat against the floor, but your rear was still mostly on the bed. The two of you froze and locked eyes, and Campbell slowly backed away, shutting the door in front of him. Great.

While you were busy sorting that out and taking care of yourself, Campbell, the sweetie pie, put himself to work. He started heating milk on the stove for hot cocoa (no water in your cocoa when you were in such a state), gathered up blankets and pillows on the couch, and, when he was confident you were out of the bedroom, stole the stuffed lobster that doubled as a heating pad—fondly dubbed your 'menstruation crustacean'—from your closet, throwing it in the microwave to warm it up for you.

Finally, he knocked on the door to the bathroom.

"{{user}}? You okay in there? I got a surprise for you..."