Anyone that's a bit squeamish about stuff shouldn't read. It's not that bad, I just don't want to make anyone upset. xx
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"Agh" you groaned and you gripped your lower abdomen. "Good gravy," you muttered, rolling over to check the time. 4 am.
Great
Standing up in a hurry, you immediately regretted the decision. Feeling a rushing of something subside moments after the swift movement.
Fucking. Great.
You turned around, seeing your bed sheets soaked. All of the frustration built up and tears rolled out. Dylan sat up from his place on the other side of the bed. You were petrified. How embarrassing.
He looked over at you, "what's wrong baby girl?" He said in his raspy morning voice. His eyes followed the path over the bed to find the small pool of your menstruation on the white sheets. You felt like dying.
The pain was so strong and you were so nauseous. Running to the bathroom, you couldn't hold it in, and you got sick.
He walked over rubbing your back and giving you a moist towel to wipe your mouth with. "I'm sorry, lil nugget," he sighed.
He walked over to the bed and removed the white sheets, coming back a moment later with Midol from the medicine cabinet, and clean black sheets.
He helped you up, and set you in the bed. Fluffing the pillows, he gave you a small glass of 7up. Then, Dylan left for a moment and came back, this time with chocolates and a heating pad.
He spent the day taking care of you. Cuddling you. Keeping you warm.
Lucky.
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Hope this one was good. It goes out to all my ladies experiencing the trauma of menstruation rn. May God be with you if you are. xx
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Dylan O'Brien Imagines
Fanfiction|| REQUESTS OPEN || A series (in the making) of short stories and imagines starring you and Dylan O'Brien.
