Having your period might excuse you from certain activities, sure—but the cramps? They're killer.
Imagine your lower stomach being shredded... with a flaming knife. Yep, that bad.
Anna lay curled up on the couch, clutching her belly like she was holding herself together. She let out a soft groan, sounding more like a miserable kitten.
"Ugh… it hurts…"
She'd never had it this bad before. Maybe it was because it hadn't come in a while, but this time around, it felt like her insides were staging a revolt.
Julian had ditched his usual suit and was in simple white loungewear, which made him look a bit less intimidating. Still, his brows were tightly drawn as he stared at Anna helplessly.
"Call a car. We're going to the hospital," he told Megan after a short pause.
"No, no
