Chapter Eleven
Angel was helping Daisyclean the family room when the first cramp hit her.Oh, no.She couldn’t get her period now.She had run out of pads since her last menstrual cycle the month before.She glanced at Daisy but was afraid to ask her because the woman was in her sixties, and Angel guessed she was too old to have her period.
She’d look around in the bathroom upstairs, and she could always use toilet paper, she had before many times.It wasn’t the most practical, and she usually bled through the wad of paper within an hour.At least the first day of her period.
“Are you feeling okay, dear?”Daisy asked.
Angel tried to smile brightly, but the cramping was getting worse.It always happened.Every time she had her period, the first few days were always extremely painful.She’d been able to get her hands on some Advil, which helped, but that rarely happened.She usually ended up curled into a fetal position, trying to relax as much as possible, praying for relief.
“Yes.Just a little tummy ache.”
“Oh, my.Go up and rest, dear,” Daisy said.
“I don’t want to leave you.”
“You’re not.You’ve helped me more than you know.We’re already done with this room, and the dinner is in the crockpot, so while you lie down, I’ll rest and catch up on some of my soap operas.”
“Call if you need me, then.”
“I will.Go rest.”
Angel made it up to Thomas’s bathroom and closed the door.She grimaced after she pulled her jeans and panties down when she saw the blood that had already saturated them.
She quickly stripped off her things, keeping her bra and shirt on, before cleaning herself up.She grabbed another pair of panties and rolled a bunch of toilet paper into a long triangle and slipped that into her panties.She washed out the bloodstained clothing and draped it over the shower to dry.
Another cramp hit her, doubling her over because of the intense pain.She grabbed a towel and flattened it on top of the comforter before she crawled up, pulled the blanket at the end of the mattress over her, curling into a ball and trying to breathe through the pain.
She hadn’t realized she’d fallen asleep until Thomas woke her.She opened her eyes to see him sitting on the side of the bed with a worried expression on his face.
“Hi, babe.Are you sick?”
She felt the scalding heat from a blush as she shook her head.
His brows pinched together.“Then why are you in bed looking pale?”
God, there was no way she could tell him the truth.She’d die of mortification.
“I ...I’m tired,” she said.
“I understand that, but being tired doesn’t make you look like this.”
She opened her mouth to answer when a vicious cramp made her gasp and curl tighter.
His hand landed on her forehead.“You’re scaring me.Please tell me what’s going on, or I’m taking you to the hospital.”
