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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

SATURDAY, JANUARY 30, 1965

Alexandria hovered by the toilet, worried that she might vomit. Nausea was a new symptom that came with her period, especially when it was the fifth day of her cycle and she felt like the grisly symptoms should have been calming down by now. She kept her arms wrapped around her midsection, praying to the heavens up above for her pain medication to kick in. She had been waiting on it for the past half-hour and was beginning to worry that it wasn't going to start working at all. It wouldn't have been surprising. There were some cycles where nothing helped her. She just had to sit there and deal with it. What a bloody drag it was, being a lady.

George appeared around the corner with a glass of water. "Think you can keep this down?" he asked her. He lowered himself down onto the ground next to her and she shook her head.

"Don't want to take any chances," she replied.

"Well, you've got to have something, Alex."

"Don't tell me what I have to have, George," she grumbled.

George looked away from her, and for a while, they were both silent. They didn't have any idea what they were supposed to discuss.

"You sure it's your period?" he asked. "What if you've got the flu or summat?"

"I haven't got a bloody fever," she replied.

"Is this...normal?" George asked her. He pushed a hand up under her shirt and stroked her back. Her head moved, leaning against his shoulder, and she closed her eyes in exhaustion.

"I s'ppose so. The dozen doctors I've seen about it seem to think so." And just like that, she was crying, in pure frustration. "Oh, hell," she muttered.

George looked down at her sympathetically, then gave her a kiss on the head. "'T's all right," he said.

"I feel like if this was normal, I'd have seen it happen to Kathleen at some point...or even my Mum. Surely, if this was normal then it has happened to them, right?" she asked, though she wasn't entirely sure who it was that she was asking. The god up in the sky or something, maybe. George certainly didn't know what to say to her. "I wanna lay down, George."

"Guess you'd better go find a bed then, huh?" George teased, but she scowled at him and he pressed a kiss against her cheek. "I'm kidding, don't give me that look. I'll carry you...is that what you want?"

Alexandria grinned and nodded her head quite rapidly. "Yeah, that's what I want," she answered.

George gathered her up in his arms like he had so many times before. She was remarkably light, and it worked in her favor...whenever she was too lazy to walk. She laid her head against George's chest as he carried her to the bedroom and laid her down in the bed.