If You See Something, Please Don't Say Something

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I'm 19, living in Brooklyn, and have just had my first ever adult sleepover.
I wake up in the morning, naked of course, and feel some very unexpected period blood which has welled up inside my vag. I roll out of the guy's futon, being careful to keep my thighs and knees locked together, and shuffle as quickly as I can to the bathroom. I've just barely gotten the door shut when blood comes POURING down my leg. PERIOD BLOOD IS ON THE BATHMAT!
I'm terrified and embarrassed for obvious reasons, but also because I already puked on this guy once, and I don't think our budding romance can handle another bodily fluid catastrophe.
I clean myself (and the bathroom) up as best I can, and grab my clothes so I can get home - I pick up my mini-skirt and thong (seriously the worst possible clothing combo for this particular situation) and make a pad out of toilet paper and some tape I find. Then, I walk to the subway.

Let me pause here to say that I'm an idiot who doesn't even consider taking a cab because, well, what else can go wrong?

10 minutes of walking does a number on my makeshift maxi, and I board the L train in terror of what is about to happen.
Did I mention that it's a weekday morning at rush hour?
I transfer at Union Square (those of you familiar with the NYC subway system know what a mess this is. Everyone else, picture a middle school dance: pretty crowded, with a bunch of weirdos milling around) to the downtown Q train and can feel the TP in my thong unraveling. I can do nothing, short of sticking my hand down the front of my skirt, to prevent what happens next. The toilet paper falls out. The bloody mess of scotch tape and TP falls out of my underpants and onto the platform in full view of everyone. EVERYONE. IS. STARING.
My options flash before me - do I pretend not to notice? Just walk away like nothing happened? Do I get on the train to go home? OMFG What if I start bleeding and it's running down my leg again?!
So I do the smart thing, I turn tail and run - up the stairs and out of the station and into the first taxi I see.

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