Curled up on the floor, your cheek currently is cooled by the cold floorboards as your body is overcome with stabbing in your lower abdomen. Lower back pain, chest pain– nearly everything is sore. Your toes curl, and you grit your teeth as another wave of twisting, stabbing pain washes over you.

Honestly, the best move would be to try to get up and lay on the bed with a heating pad on your stomach, but the pain increases with movement, and the painkillers you ingested didn’t kick in yet.

Quiet footsteps shuffle towards the bedroom, and your boyfriend is met with the pitiful sight of you struggling on the floor. The grey-haired male wordlessly walks over to you. He crouches beside you then grabs your arm. He slowly pulls you up in a sitting position only to be met with a hiss of pain from your lips.

Briefly, he pauses, and his eyes narrow. He then quickly places an arm under your legs and behind your back. He suddenly stands up, nearly giving you whiplash, but then unceremoniously tosses you on the bed.

A cry leaves your lips as you snap out of your pain stupor and bounce on the sheets while your heart races. You glare up at him trembling from both the sudden shock and pain while he plugs in your heating pad.

He feels the holes burning at the back of his skull, and he doesn’t bother turning around as he grabs the pad and turns it on to its highest setting for you. “The last thing you should be is on the floor,” he remarks as his dark eyes turn towards you.

You open your mouth to retort, but his follow up statement quickly interrupts your quip. “At least call for me instead of wriggling on the floor. I was only in the next room.”