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Aanan's pov~~
As she went inside, I couldn't shake the image of her wince from my mind. It gnawed at me, I knew about periods in a general sense—just the basic knowledge that most guys have—but that was it.
I took out my phone and started searching.
I needed to know what to do, what not to do, how she could find relief, what I could do to help her.
I flipped through articles and forums, my mind racing with questions. Was there anything I could do to make this easier for her?
Everything seemed manageable until I stumbled upon a headline that made my heart drop, “A Woman Died Due to Period Cramps.”
My breath caught in my throat, and panic surged through me like a cold wave.
As I scrolled through the endless articles, panic clawed at my chest like a feral animal. My heart raced wildly, each beat echoing in my ears.
The image of that headline—haunted me, its implications suffocating. How could it become a life-or-death situation? I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.
“Focus, focus,” I muttered under my breath, desperately searching for anything that could help.
But all I could think about was her—, I couldn't imagine a world without her in it.
My breath came quicker, and the panic surged again, threatening to drown me.
Just as I was about to lose myself to fear, the bathroom door creaked open, and she stepped out.
My breath caught in my throat. Relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by a new wave of anxiety as I took in her expression.
She looked a bit pale, and my stomach twisted at the sight.
“Pearl, Are you okay?” I stepped closer.
“I’m fine,” she replied, though her tone lacked conviction.
“I just read—” I cut myself off.
“Just tell me what you need. I’ll get you anything. Just say the word.”
Her eyes softened, but there was still a hint of discomfort etched across her features.
“Really, I’m okay. It’s just… a little cramp.”
“A little cramp?” I echoed, my frustration bubbling over. “I hate seeing you like this. I can’t lose you.”
I felt my voice tremble with a mix of fear and desperation, like a child afraid of losing their favorite toy.
She looked at me, surprise flickering in her eyes, and I could see the warmth in her gaze, but it only made me feel more helpless.
“I can’t just stand by while you’re in pain. What do you need? Should I get you a hot water bottle? Some chocolate? Snacks? A blanket? Just tell me!”.
