Jasmin's POV
"Aaaaaahhh fuck!" Do screams out. She falls onto the floor, clutching her abdomen.
"OMG, Do, are you ok?" I say. "I want fucking chocolate!" Oh shit, ok.
I pick her up from the floor. I carry her bridal style to her room and tuck her into her bed.
I go into the closet in the hall. I pull out the heating pad and walk back to her room. I turn it on and put it on her abdomen.
I leave the room and silently sneak out of the house.
I drive to the store. I get out and walk inside. I immediately head for the candy section.
I pick out two big bags of chocolate before going to the medicine aisle.
I pick out some menstrual pain pills and go to checkout. "Hi. How's your day?" The female cashier says.
"Good. Thanks for askin'. How about you?" "Good. Thanks." She scans my items and rings me up.
She tells me my total and I pay it. I take my bag and head back to the parking lot.
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"Here you go, Do." I say as I walk into her room. I look at her. She's fast asleep.
I walk over to her nightstand, taking the pills and chocolate out of the bag.
I put them on the nightstand then leave. I come back with a glass of water, putting it on the nightstand as well.
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Do Chi's POV
I wake up, yawning. I look around, noticing some chocolate and pills on my nightstand.
"Jasmiiiin!" I immediately call out. Seconds later, she's standing in my doorway. "Yes, Do?"
"You snuck out?" I question with a frown.
Jasmin's POV
"Yes. I had to get your chocolate and some pain medication for you."
She can't seriously be mad at me right now. "You know that's -ah fuck!- dangerous."
I quickly walk over to her and give her some pills, making her drink the water.
"Were you at least armed?" She says. "Well, no. I forgot to take my gun." "Seriously, Jasmin, you're gonna end up getting hurt if Lanh sees you. You have to be way more careful."
"At least I got you the chocolate and the pills. Can I get a "Thank you" for that?" "Thank you. Now be careful next time."
She goes back to sleep, me being left in awe that she was actually mad at me for leaving.
