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I sit at the table flopping forward. No computer. It hurts to read, it hurts to think, and I’m bleeding. Hunk walks into the kitchen and looks over.
“Uh, Pidge? You okay, buddy?” he asks shuffling over to the counter.
“No…” I groan into my arm as I cross them and put them in front of my face.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m on my monthly,” I say. Hunk flinches and nods.
“Okay, I’ll make some breakfast what do you want?”
“The space equivalent of 13 breakfast burritos.”
“On it, Pidge.”
“Hunk you are my savior thank you! Now to figure out to make tampons from space cotton…” I joke. Hunk looks over.
“Do you realize how angry you sound?”
“What?”
“You sound angry and tired. You should sleep, I’ll wake you up when the food is ready. 4 burritos?” I nod and slide off the stool.
“Yes, please…” I mumble. I wipe my eyes and shuffle off to the common room. I ignore who’s already there and lay down on the couch. I close my eyes and focus on anything but the knife twisting in my stomach.
A hand moves my shoulder gently. I open my eyes and look up.
“Food’s ready,” Hunk says with a smile. I nod and sit up with a yawn. I follow Hunk to the kitchen and get up on a stool by the counter. A plate is pushed towards me. The burrito looks off, but… It’s Hunk’s cooking. I take a bite of the first one and barely supress a moan. I glare at Hunk and he blinks.
“What does it taste bad?”
“No just… Nevermind.” Allura walks in and takes a plate. I almost growl. Scratch that, I think I growled. Allura turns around alarmed.
“Pidge?” she asks.
“What?” I snap. Hunk’s eyes widen and he escorts Allura out. I hear some words. Something about what was wrong and periods. Hunk get back here.
“Hunk!” I call. He comes back in with a worried smile.
“Yes?” he asks.
“Once I finish can I have a cuddle?” Hunk stops and stares at me for a moment.
“Uh… sure.”
“Thanks!”