7. Seeing Blood?
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Elle
"Arrrrrrrrgh!" I heard a scream coming from the bathroom.
What now? I wondered . Not even in semi-death could I have some peace?
"JP, bring it down, will you? What is the problem again?" I asked frustrated by his excessive bickering.
"Blood! Blood! Why I'm I seeing blood down here? Where's my d**k?" His horrified face almost sent me convulsing with laughter but I had to hold it back in. Besides I feel really bad for him.This situation is beyond messy.
I knew men weren’t strong enough to face stuff like period and cramps.
“Congratulations JP, you are not pregnant” I mocked. Even though I knew my body, couldn’t possibly be pregnant since I have never done the deal.
He looked at me with a face of pure horror, as if he was seeing a ghost. Ops, it was the case!
“Is it?” he asked looking between me and the blood spot on my, his, panties.
“It’s my, your, period! Welcome to one of the wonders of being a woman.” I said with the smile I couldn’t contain. I was having too much fun at his desperation. But it wasn’t possible to not laugh at the predicament of a guy like JP getting a period.
“What?” he still looked dumbfounded, as if I was speaking or foreign language or he couldn’t believe my words. He was even growing pale. I just hope he doesn’t faint.
An urgent knock on the door attracted our attention.
"Elle, Elle, are you okay? What is happening there? Can you open the door?" The nurse in charge of giving JP a shot that evening asked in a worried voice.
She should be worried. He screamed so noisily. Worse still, with my voice. It's a good thing I'm always following him around. He'll give us out in a blink of an eye.
I put my hand over his mouth instinctively, hushing the unimaginable things he was about to spew out.
"Have you gone mad?" My eyes bulged incredulously.
"What were you going to tell her?"
He tried to free himself from my grasp frantically but failing.
I was glad I was still able to touch him somehow, to shut his big mouth up.
"First, calm down, breathe in and tell her you're okay," I whispered even though no one could hear me except him. It was an instinctive act. I haven't fully adjusted into the business of being dead.
"But I'm not f*uckin okay," he tried to whisper back, but I'm sure as hell the nurse heard him.
"Elle, please open the door. What's wrong? Should I call for your mum?" Her voice sounded distressed now, as she tried pushing the door open.
"Tell her you're okay, and I'll sort everything out," I persuaded him again. He nodded. He obviously didn't want my mom in the scene. She made him more nervous. d**k.
"No, wait," he said aloud so the nurse could hear.
"I'm okay. Don't worry. I'll be out in few minutes."
"Alright, take your time, I'll be out here if you need anything," she retorted with sigh of relief people outside Europe could hear. I chuckled mentally.
"Tell her thanks," I nudged him gently.
"Thanks," he forced out.
"Now, what?" He turned to face me, his blood shot glistering with confusion and chagrin.
How do I explain to him that it is normal and he'll be experiencing it every month till we find his body? I wondered staring at the sparkling white toilet. This was the most difficult situation I've ever found myself in.
Didn't he have sisters or he only had brothers? Or he was an only child like me? I hoped he'll understand at the very least.
I was going to tell him the truth and not beat around the bush, I decided. Lying will do me no good at this point.
"It's a normal thing for females. We see blood once in every calendar month." The words fell from my mouth heavily like huge piece of rocks.
With the shock in his face, I swear he would have passed out.
"So you mean, I'm going to be seeing this s**t till I find my body?" He looked beyond terrified.
"Why didn't I think about this before considering your ridiculous offer?" His twisted face demanded.
Silence. I didn't think about this too. In fact I didn't think about a lot of things and how this was going to affect him mentally and emotionally. I felt really bad for him. I was never a selfish person, but my situation was a desperate one.
"Call the nurse and tell her to get you sanitary pads and a pair of neat panties. My mum is bringing me some but you'll be drenched in blood before she gets here." I muttered softly, hoping it could soothe his anger a little bit.
"Are you insane? How do you expect me to say that?" More anger. My soothing voice didn't work.
Phew.
"Unfortunately, that's the only solution. I can't hold material things, would have gone to bring it myself." I said, looking at every other places but his face.
"Besides, the more time you waste, the more blood drips all over your thighs, down to your legs"
"What?" Sounded terrified
"JP, please cooperate this once. I'm here with you. It's not as bad as you think." I lied. Who am I kidding? It was not bad, it was horrendous, it was appalling, awful, dreadful, obscene, everything was wrong with it. But saying that wouldn't make his situation better, only worse. I just had to smoothen his edges.
"Okay, fine. How much of a choice do I have anyway?", He balked, reluctantly agreeing.
"Uhmmm.. Nurse are you there?" That's my voice but absolutely didn't sound like me.
"Louder, she didn't hear you." I gently cajoled him, which made him roll this eyes at me.
I couldn't be bothered. We had more pressing issues.
"Nurse are you there?" He called louder this time.
"Yes, Elle. Is there a problem, do you need something?" She was standing very close to the door now
"Yes." JP replied curtly. "Remind me again, what did you call that?" He whispered noiselessly.
"Sanitary pads and a pair of panties" I whispered back. Has he never heard of those things? Is he from Mars? I wondered, staring at him like he fell from the sky.
" I need sanitary pads and... Uhmm a new pair of panties."
I think the nurse understood immediately when she replied:
"Alright, give me a few minutes, I'll be back."
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JP's POV
I thought I had seen the worst. It's like concluding on how good or bad a movie is just by seeing the teaser or trailer. All I have been going through was nothing compared to what I would be going through. It was just a preamble. In just this short life of mine, I could really say I've seen it all. Aside from not expecting the fact that I've been stripped of my ability (an ability I overlooked all my life) to pee while standing, I also had to see blood coming from places. BLOOD. Disgusting, cringe-worthy blood. Not from a cut or an injury but from a v****a! Something I never asked for but acquired over night.
I'm I being tested or something? Do I really have to go through all this just because I died a death that someone else, who's family orchestrated for me?
Today's experience is the worse so far. I stood inside the cramped hospital restroom horrified beyond comprehension. I don't know which is worse, dying or this.
Mama's girl didn't get it. She has always been prepared for this, but I'm not. Merely mentioning that I needed sanitary pads to that nurse, almost killed me with humiliation.
I'm stuck with a stupid body, stuck with the owner of the body who's an annoying ghost that expects so much from me. I wonder how worse all these could get, to think that I'm not even an inch close to finding my body. But I will, that's the only thing keeping me here and making me go through all these.
I'll just wait till I'm freed from this hell of a hospital. Till then, I just have to plot and scheme how to disappear without this exasperating ghost noticing that I'm gone.
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