Wicked Souls

69

"I'll wait here in the bathroom while you do what you gotta do, okay?"

I nodded as I sat on the toilet and started to change my pads, I took the already used one wrapped it, put it in the bin then put on the new one whilst cleaning myself with wipes.

He stood by the counter, he kept an eye on me the whole time. He made sure that I was doing well. He started to look over the items in the cabinet with the pad boxes, he was reading the different products there and he picked up the box of tampons, he read the side of the box, it seemed like he was curious.

I put the wipes in the trash and pulled up my panties, making sure I cleaned up the mess since I have heavy flows.

He still stood by the counter, he saw me pull up my panties and make sure that I was fully cleaned up. He made sure that the trash had the pads and the wipes. His curiosity peaked when he picked up the box of tampons, and he was tempted to ask me something, but he stopped himself because he didn't want to embarrass me.

I looked at him "What?"

He noticed that I spotted him looking at the tampons, he was now feeling a bit red in his cheeks. He immediately let go of the tampon box.

He cleared his throat, he had to find a way to hide his curiosity.

"Umm... Do you happen to use tampons?" He asked he felt embarrassed that he asked this question.

I shook my head "I don't know how to use them."

"Oh..." He sounded a little surprised. "So you've only been using pads so far?"

"Yeah."

He nodded, he sounded somewhat interested now.

"And how come you've never used tampons before? Did someone say that tampons are worse or something?" He asked softly. He was genuinely curious as to why I was not exploring the tampon option.

"Well I tried to use them once over but it hurt trying to put it in, so I never try to use them."

"Oh, I see..." He seemed to understand "So you had a bad first experience of using tampons the first time. But you're older now, so I'm sure that the experience now would be different. At least that's what I think."

He paused and he cleared his throat once again, he sounded careful. He was trying not to sound insistent or convincing or anything on this topic, but he was genuinely curious if I ever thought about trying the tampons again.

"Yeah, I'm not using them." I put the box back in the cabinet.

He nodded, that was my decision, and he fully respected it.

His eyes focused on me for a moment, he suddenly remembered something after I put back the box.

"Okay, um... I have a bit of an awkward question, is that okay?"

I nodded.

He looked at me and he looked very hesitant.

"You're comfortable speaking with me on this topic, right?" He spoke in a very soft and quiet tone. He was about to ask a personal question and he wanted to make sure that I was okay with it.

"Yeah you're my boyfriend, why wouldn't I?"

He smiled at me, he liked that I was being so honest and open with him. He looked a little relieved, he sounded more relaxed now.

"Okay, just one last uncomfortable question then: how often do you change your pad? Every time you feel the blood coming out, every couple of hours, or even longer?"

"Uh, like a few hours I guess."

He nodded, he seemed to understand. He was silent for another minute before he got a concerned look on his face.

"And how much does your period last? I know it's usually about 5 to 7 days, but is it the same for you?"

"It's like 7 days, twice a month."

"Twice a month?"

The look of concern on his face slowly turned into a confused look. He raised his eyebrows, he was puzzled.

"I do know that sometimes people's periods are irregular, but twice a month? May I ask if something has happened to your body which is making your periods happen more frequently?"

I shrugged.

"So you don't know why you're having your period more frequently?" He spoke in a gentle and careful tone, not being forceful. He was wondering if it was due to health reasons, or stress. Or maybe something else.

I shook my head.

"Okay, last question: Are your cramps usually this bad every time that you have your period?" He was just trying to see if this is the usual for me or if it's getting worse.

I nodded.

He sighed, he felt worried for me. This is not normal, he thought. My cramps should not be this bad every time.

"Okay, now let me ask this: Do you ever feel dizzy? Any weakness, fatigue, lightheadedness, tiredness during those very bad days?"

"Sometimes I feel lightheaded and faint."

He sounded a little bit more concerned now, he was paying more attention to this particular part, and he was really trying to understand the problem I had.

"And how often do you feel lightheaded? Is it every month on your very bad period days?"

"It's fine, I'm fine. I just want the bed." I walked out of the bathroom.

He followed me, he sounded concerned as he walked beside me. He was worried for me and he wanted to get me in bed so that he could check on me and make sure that I was okay.

He gently helped me sit down in the bed. He sat down right beside me and he rubbed his hand on my thigh.

"You're sure that you're fine? I'm just worried about you." He spoke in a calming, reassuring way.

"I promise."

He didn't hesitate to believe me, he trusted me a lot. He felt that I would never lie to him about my issues. He sighed, his concern was still there, but he had no other choice but to believe my words. He continued rubbing my thigh.

"Okay, but if you were ever feeling worse, you would tell me, right?"

"I will, I promise." I looked at him with soft eyes.