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Only place left to check is her room upstairs.
Molly
My door squeaks but I’m in too much pain to bother opening my eyes to see who it is. If it’s a murderer, then this is how my story ends.
“Molly?” Griff whispers.
I groan and tighten into a ball.
“Why’re you up here? I thought we said we were waking each other up in a certain way?” His voice is light at first, then concern bleeds into his words. “Molly? You okay?”
Bright light floods my room. I shriek and pull the comforter over my face. “No lights,” I moan.
“What’s wrong?” Darkness returns. I sigh in relief and push the comforter off my face.
The door clicks shut. I open my eyes and Griff’s hurrying to my side of the bed. He kneels next to me, resting his hand over my forehead. “Shit, you’re kinda clammy. What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
Embarrassment scalds my skin. I pull my covers up higher, tucking my arms under them.
“No.” My mouth screws into an annoyed pout. How mortifying to have to explain this to my boyfriend. “My body decided that early this morning was the appropriate time to make its monthly sacrifice to the moon goddess.”
Griff blinks, then frowns and finally lifts his chin with understanding. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
Huh? “To do what?”
“To tell me you didn’t feel well?” Exasperation colors his words.
I vaguely point my chin in the direction of the bathroom. “All my stuff’s up here. I wanted to spare you the horror of waking up to a crime scene in your bed.”
He bites his lip and shakes his head.
“Don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m not,” he says calmly. “I don’t like you feeling that you have to sneak away because of something totally normal. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“You don’t understand.”
“No, not exactly. But I know what it feels like to be in pain. What do you need?”
I flop my arm to the side and point at the nightstand. “My heating pad. And some Advil. There’s none up here and I didn’t think I’d make it downstairs again.”
“Okay.” He crouches next to the nightstand and pulls out my old, plaid heating pad. Thankfully it’s here and not in my dorm room. “Did you eat something?”
My stomach lurches, rejecting the idea of food. “Ugh, no.”
He unwinds the cord and plugs in the heating pad. “Come here.” He gently tugs the covers down. My teeth chatter from the rush of cool air. His concerned frown returns. “Are you sure this is normal?”
“Yes.” I slide the heating pad out of his hands and arrange it over my stomach. “It got a little better when I was on the pill, but…” I shrug, too tired to talk.
He tucks the blanket around me again. “I’ll be right back.” He ducks down and kisses my forehead.
“Thank you.”
I close my eyes and drift through the red, misty clouds of agony. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I should’ve taken something earlier. I know the longer I wait, the worse it gets.
“Can you sit up for me?” Griff’s urgent voice pulls my eyes open.
I groan and throw my legs over the side of the bed. Griff holds out a peeled banana. “Eat that first.”
