You are Sams daughter and 16. You always had a bad period. The extra heavy flows and awful cramps. Migraines and sometimes light nausea but this time was the absolute worst. You have a concussion so you already have constant nausea but you can't take your pills to ease your period cramps due to the concussion. Tylenol does nothing to soothe you so you are miserable.
You are riding with Uncle Dean on your way back from the store. You had needed to pick up Pads and some Tampons and Uncle Dean wanted to go grocery shopping so he was nice enough to take you. I wince at painful cramp that comes out of nowhere. "You alright kid?" You swallow trying to keep your stomach contents in your stomach. "Can you-" you where going to say pullover but your stomach had other ideas as you puke all over Uncle Deans car. He quickly pulls over and looks over everything. Puke was all on the floor and leather seat. It got in my hair and on my shoes. "You alright?" He asked closing his eyes. Trying to breathe. He was pissed I threw up in his car but he loved me enough to where he wouldn't yell at me. I hope. "I am sorry. I didn't think I would actually throw up. I have been so nauseous but nothing ever comes up. I was about to ask you to pull over but-" he stops you. "Are you alright?" I nod. "I am ok." He nods. "Ok. Let's just get home. It's alright N/N. Why don't you lie down in the back." He says and starts driving. I climb in the back to avoid the puke and lean my head against the window. When we get home I walk past my Dad who was reading in the library and go straight to my room. I took long hot a shower to get the puke out of my hair and ease the discomfort in my abdomen. When I get out of the shower and changed into sweatpants and tank top my Dad knocks on the door. "Come in." I say laying on my bed in a ball. "Are you ok?" He asked running his hand through my tangled brown hair. I nod. "Serious answer." I shake my head. "'My head hurts, my cramps are killing me. I am always nauseous. I threw up in Uncle Deans car." He raises his eye brows. "Oh. What happened?" He asked curious as to if Dean lost it. I shrug. "He asked if I was alright and said it was alright. He told me lay down in the back and drove home." He nods. "Alright. Well I am really sorry you don't feel good." He says rubbing my back. "It's alright. It isn't your fault." I say sighing. "Doesn't make it suck less." He notes. I nod. Uncle Dean knocks on the door. "Hey can I come in?" I nod and sit up. "Just wanted to check in. See how your feeling." He says sitting in the chair next to my bed. "I am ok. I am really sorry about the car." He chuckles. "Don't worry about it. No harm no foul." Dad raises his eyebrows. "Um you threatened to kill me." Uncle Dean laughs. "You were drunk. Besides when you were little I never killed you." I laugh. "Well glad your feeling better do you want me to make you anything?" He asked. "Can you please microwave a canned soup?" I asked knowing it would trigger him. "Um no. I will make you one." He scoffs and walks out. I smile. "Your lucky." My Dad laughs and kisses my forehead. "I love you." I mumble close to falling asleep. "I love you too bug."
