Nyx | Carpe Noctem ✓

Chapter 33: Period Drama

∙ Madis POV ∙

A week had past. A wonderful week filled with sewing, training and many, many kisses. Although I'd thought of him as an idiot at first, I now had to admit that Nyx was probably one of the best people in the entire world. Everything was going so good—

Cauldron, dammit! My eyes snapped open when sharp pain shot trough my abdomen.

I winced and groaned loudly, being awoken by what felt like a dagger piercing my belly. Shit. Period. I had completely forgotten about that.

But why was the pain so much worse than ever before? I had always been in terrible pain when I had my period, but never like that. The pain was indescribably bad.

Nyx was peacefully sleeping next to me, his arm wrapped tightly around my body. But I needed to get up, needed to go to the toilet. Immediately. Now.

I slowly grabbed his arm and moved it off of me, then I peeled the sheets back, another rush of pain shooting through me. Cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck when I swallowed a groan.

But then I gasped loudly when I looked at the puddle of blood underneath me. What the hell? I hadn't bled through since my very first period. What was that? Was the period so different for fae?

I winced, not knowing what to do. That wasn't even my bed. Memories rushed through my head. Memories of having to carry my bloody mattress through the whole poorhouse and then having to clean it in front of everyone while the matron was telling the watchers how pathetic and embarrassing I was.

I panicked, but when another rush of pain flooded me, I just pulled my feet of the bed. I took one unsteady step, my knees buckled and bent, gave out and I face-planted the ground. I shrieked at the pain, a low cry following.

"Oh, hell. What is....shit did you....I'll get my mother!" I suddenly heard Nyx, when I pushed myself up on my elbows and rolled over, crying. This was embarrassing and painful.

I tried to sit up, but the pain was hardly bearable. I could no longer imagine that I used to work on the field while having my period.

My vision was blurry with big tears, my throat dry when the door to Nyx's room slowly opened.

"No worries, come here. We'll get you cleaned up and I will bring you heated sheets and a tea," the High Lady of the Night Court said and fast footsteps approached me.

"I stained the bed and bled through...everything. I have to clean it up. I am so sorry," I cried out, covering my face with my hands.

"That is no problem. That is completely normal. The fae cycle is very different to a mortal cycle," Feyre informed me and brushed her hand over my back before placing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Come on. You think you can go over to the bathroom?" I nodded, slowly, moving my legs so that I would kneel and then slowly tried to push myself up. There was so much blood. Everywhere. On me. On my legs. My thighs. The floor. The bed. How was I still alive?

I felt an arm slide under my shoulders and when I looked to the side I stared into Nyx's eyes. He helped me up, his arm around my back and his warm and solid body pressing against mine.

"I am so sorry, this is so embarrassing and disgusting," I cried out but he shook his head. "No, don't worry," he told me, kissing my temple.

Both him and Feyre helped me go over to the bathroom where Feyre had already filled up a bath. The pain made my legs weak and I nearly tumbled, tightly holding onto Nyx. He held onto me, not minding at all that I was basically drenched in blood. How was he not grossed out? All the boys in the poorhouse had always been so grossed out.