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Clear: Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Brown

To be swaddled in Ezra's sheets on a Saturday afternoon was never a bad thought. However, there was no snuggling up to a warm naked body after a wild romp, though I had bundled myself in his sheets for reasons related to the very sex I wanted to have with him.

Life... why are you so cruel?

Our Saturday would have played out much different, had we not resolved Friday night's dilemmas; all of what I was going through would have entailed a much more visceral reaction toward his every move had I still been pissed off at him.

A week ago I scheduled for a very important doctor's appointment, and since we returned to his apartment, Ezra barely moved from my side. He sat at the edge of the bed, conflicted between addressing emails on his phone and listening to the suffering woman squirming in his bed.

"Ezra, no," I griped, before he could attempt to adjust any more pillows around me.

He released a little frustration back. "Will you let me do anything for you?"

I shook my head, and he peered at me with disapproval. I was thankful he let me come back to suffer in his place, but the pain had me reacting first before thought.

The moment his attention returned to a bright screen, I whined, "Ezra?"

The call of his name immediately tore his attention away from the device. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course," he answered, petting what little of my face I exposed from his blanket wrap.

I squirmed at his touch, and my nasally tone oozed into the air. "Can you please carry me to your window... and throw me out of it?"

His eyes nearly popped out of his head at my request. "Jesus, Ada! I'm not going to throw you out of the window!"

"Please?" I begged with a sickly laugh, though it hurt to be humorous when I suffered from pain that lollygagged in my uterus. "Or maybe find a way to torpedo me into the sun?"

He struggled to hold a straight face. "Don't make me laugh. Your requests are not funny."

Maybe the requests weren't funny to him, but all the extreme thoughts circled around in my head– each vicious thought a vulture that would relieve me from the misery of having an IUD inserted during a rough menstrual cycle mere hours ago.

Yay, birth control. Someone kill me now, and fuck you 'day one'.

My left hand slithered from out of my soft cocoon, and I reached for him. "I've been experiencing cramps since puberty decided to ruin my teenage days, but ... you never get used to nature's bullshit. And it's worse than ever right now."

Ezra fiddled with the heating pad controls sticking out from the sheets. "I'm really sorry, Ada. I have to reiterate that you should relax, like your doctor said."

I squeezed his hand tighter, the sweat across my brow assisted the proper level of drama I needed to convey. "Ezra, listen to me. It's like if you took one of your ginsu knives and shoved it in–"

His awkward, blank stare shifted to the side, as he reassured, "Ada... I think I get the picture."

"No, no. You take the knife and you shank and twist every two to five minutes. All the while you feel like you want to exercise all bodily excretions simultaneously–crying included." I ended my unfinished description of suffering with a sound effect that frightened him.

He looked near my belly, "Will you take the ibuprofen now?!"

My dumbass knew I had no business trying to stick out the pain sans medication, and I hissed in agony, "Yes. Give me all the pills, please."