Beso | Miguel O'Hara

tasw vol. #9

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚎 #𝟿

In the months following the complete and utter destruction of Pearl Perez's universe, one thing has been abundantly clear. Her body has been adjusting to the brand-new universe and surroundings, and more importantly, her cycle has been dramatically disrupted.

An irregular cycle is nothing new to Spider-Woman 0987, but it does leave much to wonder. It has been many months since she has shared her body with another, and many more months since she has shared her body with a cis man.

In Pearl's universe, she was quite the catch, though it has been pushed to the back of her mind. She's forced herself to forget about her world, to push it down and pretend as though it was never real, but by doing so has made her more susceptible to pain, both mental and physical.

And as Pearl sleeps in Miguel's bed and in Miguel's arms, she feels her thighs suddenly become drenched, just as Miguel's nostrils flare as he inhales the vexing scent of pennies.

Blood.

In an instant, Pearl snaps awake and tears off the covers to reveal a large blood stain nesting on Miguel's bed. And just as Miguel opens his eyes, she jolts out of bed and runs out of the room and down the hall before the inevitable starts. She runs as fast as she can, her thick black hair flopping all around as her heart races, trying to beat the ticking clock.

Alas, mother nature is cruel.

Pearl comes to a grueling stop as she's forced to her knees. She wraps her arms around her abdomen as she tightens her jaw and squeezes every muscle, using every fiber of her being to not release a scream of pure rage.

" Uhhh, what's up, girl-pop?" Lyla asks as she appears out of thin are, " Are you dying?"

" Vete a la mierda," Pearl growls under her breath as she uses all of the strength she possesses to drag herself off the floor.

Pearl's breath comes in shallow gasps as she fights through the agony, her body trembling with each step. The pain radiates through her abdomen, relentless and unforgiving. She clenches her fists, her knuckles turning white, as she battles the fierce wave of cramps that threaten to consume her.

Her vision blurs just as she makes it to her door, turning the knob with fury and then collapsing back onto the floor where she feels completely and utterly paralyzed.

Pearl's body trembles as she lies sprawled on the floor, her mind swirling with a torrent of emotions and physical torment. The room spins around her, a disorienting blur of colors and shapes, as she succumbs to the overwhelming pain.

"Pearl, I'm detecting a significant change in your vitals," Lyla says as see reappears, "Should I contact medical assistance?"

Pearl's muscles tense, and she grits her teeth, her voice strained with determination.

"No," She manages to breathe out between clenched jaws.

Lyla nods before vanishing into the virtual realm. Alone in her agony, Pearl draws upon the reserves of strength within her, refusing to let the pain overpower her.

Minutes stretch into an eternity as Pearl battles against the waves of pain crashing through her body. She focuses on her breathing, each inhalation and exhalation a deliberate act of defiance against the suffering. Beads of sweat form on her forehead, her body drenched in a cold clamminess, as she fights through the intensity of her menstrual cramps.

But just as she feels as though she's not currently being stabbed by a million tiny needles, a knock comes to her door, making her eyes burn bright with fury. With a hot puff, Pearl stands to her feet to open the door, shoving her face of fury to whomever dares to disturb her.