Lost & Found

Girly Problems.

Chapter 57: Girly Problems.
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Let me tell you something. I was not prepared at all for today. Like...I don't even think the world was prepared.

I would never be prepared for this, no matter how many times it happened. If I could, I would probably rewind time a hundred times and still be unprepared for this situation.

Curious?

Let me just get to it.

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Oh hey, first day of suspension for me. Yippee. Let's celebrate with boredom.

I woke up that morning with a killer stomachache! Never had anything like it before.

It felt like someone took a hammer and just kept hitting me in my abdomen over and over again! Not to mention that I felt so disgusting and fatigue. My emotions were out of control and I couldn't get up! Seriously.

I snatched the covers off my body and my sheets were soaked in blood. My blood!

I'm dying. Primus, why did it have to be at this time? Just why? Why now?

For some unknown reason, I wanted to kill everyone on this planet and that wasn't a thought, it was my actual mood.

I'll probably start off with Bee or Jazz.

Wait, Jazz? Why would you say that you idiot?! Jazz didn't do anything wrong! I'm so evil and mean! Bee is the one who should suffer! He made fun of me!

Jerk!

William is next.

Yeah, that was my literal mood for this morning. I wanted to cry and just murder IronHide.

Why do I want to do that?

I don't know.

I pulled the covers back over me and spent the rest of my morning, suffering from a hammer digging into my lower stomach!

When it's heading towards noon and I'm not up, Ratchet's gonna send someone or come down himself to drag me out of bed.

Yeah, I wasn't getting up anytime soon.

Boy, the way I had Bee running out the room with just a murderous glare and a few threats.

I swear I didn't mean to do it, but he kept bothering me and Liza doesn't want to get up. Now I feel kinda bad about it.

Do I?

It wasn't even five Earth minutes when Ratchet's holoform rushed in the room in his fix-it mode. And my brother was standing by the door, keeping a safe distance. I don't know why.

"What's wrong with you?"

I groaned in pain and shifted uncomfortably against the stained sheets. "Ratch...I think I'm dying."

"You're not dying, Liza." He reassured with a sigh. "Just tell me what's wrong? Are you feeling any pain?"

"...Very."

He scanned me and furrowed his brows in confusion. "My scanners tell me you're feeling pain around your abdominal area."

"Ya think?" I snapped, rolling onto my stomach while trying to rub some relief into my abdomen.

Did I really snap at Ratchet like that? And got away with it?

"Liza, just relax." He tried to soothe, carefully rolling me back over.