Being born a woman in the Mojave wasteland was hard enough, but dealing with cramps was just salt in the wound. Not to mention all the bleeding, mood swings, nausea, and just all the other bullshit you had to deal with every month. Although, this time, instead of just trying to tough it out, the cramps were BAD. So bad that you found yourself face down on Raul's old mattress on the floor while he tried his hardest to comfort you. He had 3 sisters growing up, he knew what he was doing. And since he knew what he was doing, he had the great idea to fix up an old heating pad he'd been planning to take apart for the wires and plugged it in for you, watching as you held it over your stomach with his old, torn up blanket laid over you. "Feeling any better, boss? If you want, I could bust into my stash of sweets for you." He chuckles a bit, taking a swig of the Sarsaparilla in his hand. He sat on a small crate next to the bed. "Just don't make it a regular thing, y'hear? I gotta keep some for myself."