Summary: You spent the night at Taylor's and accidentally bleed on her sheets.
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You rolled onto your back and rubbed your eyes, exhaling as you did so. You let your arms fall back down on the bed and looked over to see Taylor still peacefully asleep.
You turned to look at the clock to see that it read 9:13 in the morning. You sighed before getting out of bed and grabbing a tampon out of your bag.
You went into the bathroom to change your tampon, only to find you didn't find one already there. You started panicking as you looked to see your underwear and shorts stained with blood.
"Shit, shit, shit," you mutter to yourself. "No, no, no, no."
You pulled your pants back up and rushed back into the bedroom. You lifted the covers from your side of the bed to see a large blood stain in Taylor's sheets.
"Shit," you mumble, putting a hand on your forehead and trying to hold back your tears of embarrassment and frustration.
You quickly go back to your bag to find an extra pair of sweatpants and underwear to change into quickly.
As you were putting on your sweatpants, you heard a knock at the bathroom door.
"Y/n?" You hear Taylor's voice softly from the other side of the door. "Are you okay, baby?"
"Yeah," you respond, your voice wavering slightly as you spoke. Once your sweatpants were on, you began pacing the bathroom while running your fingers through your hair.
"Are you sure?" Taylor questioned. "Can I come in?"
You stare at the door and sigh before opening the door. Your eyes filled with tears as you looked at Taylor. You felt so embarrassed and humiliated to have accidentally bled through her sheets.
"Oh, honey, what's wrong?" She asks, pulling you in for a hug as you let a few tears slip against her shirt.
"I-I'm sorry," you cry into her shoulder.
"What?" Taylor questions, pulling you away so she can look into your eyes.
"I-I thought I had a tampon in before I went to bed, b-but I didn't--"
"Hey," Taylor said quietly, wiping away a couple of your tears. "It's okay, take a few breaths."
You listened and tried to take deep breaths, them coming out shaky. "I-I accidentally bled through your sheets," you tell her quietly after a few seconds of you breathing.
"Oh, honey," Taylor cooed as she brought you in for another hug. "Can you show me?"
"It's embarrassing," you mumble into her shoulder. Taylor rubs her hand up and down your back comfortingly.
"No, it's not," she assures you, kissing your temple. She pulls you away from the hug to look into your eyes. "Do you know how many times I've bled through my sheets? It's not gonna make it any different if you did it too."
"Yeah, but I just--" you get cut off by Taylor who tries to calm your nerves in any way she can.
"Hey, it's absolutely no big deal," she tells you. "It's not your fault, I know. And it's just some blood. I can get it out."
"Are you sure?" You ask her, wiping a tear from your cheek.
"I'm positive," she reassures you. "I'll throw the sheets in the wash and we can change them and just sit in bed all day and watch Friends."
You smile at her comment. "That sounds nice."
"It's only a matter of time before we get synced, but until then, I'll be the one taking care of you," Taylor smiles at you.
You smile wider and pull her back in for a hug. "Thank you, Taylor," you say to her.
"Of course, my love," she tells you. "Let's go get those sheets changed so you can get comfy back in bed."
"Okay," you slightly laugh when you pull away from her hug. "Thank you for everything."
"Of course," Taylor responded, lightly kissing your forehead. "Anything for you."
"I love you," you smile at her and put your arms around her neck to hold her close. She responds by wrapping her arms around your waist.
"I love you, too."
