Law and Order- complete

XIX

I'd been lying on the bed on my side in a fetal position, clutching my stomach and wincing each time a cramp had radiated through my lower stomach, pulsating painfully. I expected this, as China expected my pissy attitude.

Come day three, Harry hadn't called or texted, and I was grateful. I wanted to be able to tell him on my own time and having a conversation about me killing his unborn child seemed inapplicable in comparison to the feeling of my guts wrenching themselves whilst thousands of knives are shoved into my uterus. 

"I just fucking did it," China snaps, snatching the heat pack from my stomach and hitting it with her knuckles while doing so. 

"Watch it, China."

"Shut up, before I call Harry to do this shit. This is his job anyway, you're a pain in my black ass." She says dismissively as she walks out of the room with the heat pack I'd complained had gone cold too fast.

In all honesty, I understand her frustration, I haven't been the nicest person to take care of and I know she's doing me a huge favor by helping me out. I think that deep down, she really does want me to hurry and call Harry. Not because she knows he'll take care of me, but because she'd been on edge after he texted her and asked how I was doing.

China and I happened to get into our first argument because of it.

"There's a reason he's not fucking texting you, Logan, he already knows, so just talk to him!"

"I'm not gonna talk to him while my vagina is pushing out blood clots by the pound!" I motion with my hands. I'd stood for the first time today to go to the bathroom and change yet another pad when China approached me with her hands across her chest and a mouth full of words.

"He asked me how you were doing! And that's today! What do you think he's gonna text me tomorrow? Hm?"

"Just fucking block his number, then, if it bothers you so much."

"Him texting me doesn't bother me!" She slapped the back of her hand against her palm, leaning slightly forward as her voice raises, "The fact that you're acting like cramping and bleeding means you can't shoot the guy a text is! I support you in what you did but he thinks I'm pregnant and he's checking on you. He wants to help but he knows you won't talk to him!"

At that, I fanned her away, pushing past her to enter my bathroom and being sure to slam the door in her face, leaving both her and the irritating truth I didn't want to face behind it.

China didn't bring it up anymore after that, giving me the occasional snarl and sharp comment. And I could deal with that if it meant she left me alone about texting Harry.

Besides the obvious reasons, I also was apprehensive to talk to him because of my mood. China, being herself, could handle it. I didn't mind fighting with her because I knew it would all mean nothing once I felt better. I didn't have the energy to fight with Harry. He has a strong and stubborn mouth and he, like China, isn't afraid to call me out on my shit.

I've got enough of it from her and I don't need it from him.

"Here," China enters the dark room again, the heat pack in her hand, I'd been waddling out of the bathroom, grateful for the feeling of yet another fresh pad as I take it from her and mumble a thank you.

"There's ramen on the stove," She ignores my thanks and mumbles before exiting the room once again, sighing as she does. 

I hold the pack to my bare stomach. My tight pajama shorts were pulled down a fraction and I only wore a sports bra, giving me access to massage my belly and apply the heat pack when needed.