“Bridgette,” Annabeth hisses, leaning forward and grabbing her hand. “What are you talking about? Are you…are you bleeding?”
Bridgette just looks between the two of us anxiously, clearly taken aback. “I mean it’s no big deal,” she says, “it’s just my period, like I get every month. It’s not bleeding – it’s just –“
“Wait,” I say, likewise leaning forward, shocked and worried for my friend. “Bridgette, it’s very important, right now, for you to tell us clearly what’s going on. Have you been getting your period every month? Since you’ve been pregnant?”
Bridgette’s eyes go wide as she looks between us. “Y-yes?” she says, her voice suddenly hesitant, like a little kid in trouble. “Is that not…? Um, the doctor told me that that was okay? That it was normal?”
“That is not okay,” Annabeth says
