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That whole week was a little mini hell of random symptoms like bad luck bingo, and it took you a couple of days to figure out why you were feeling so bad. At first you had thought that you had fallen ill with something on that stupid island in the middle of nowhere. Maybe it was contaminated water, maybe some of the rotten meat the cannibals kept everywhere, maybe parasites, you didn't know and you kept a little apart from Kelvin, just in case. The only thing missing to screw everything up is for him to get sick too because of you.
But when certain shooting pains attacked your lower abdomen, all the information hit your brain. It had been almost three months since the helicopter had fallen with you two, it had been three months since you had lost contact with civilization, it had been three months since you had taken your birth control pills.
You weren't taking them to avoid getting pregnant, not completely at least, not that you wouldn't refuse to play with that safety net, but those blessed pills were to keep your periods at bay, which used to be strong enough to incapacitate you for a couple of days. And you had stopped taking them, by force.
Even though you psychologically prepared yourself for the bloody hell you expected to come, it wasn't enough, and the fact that you hadn't had a painful period in a couple of years didn't help.
Kelvin had seen you abnormally low for days, and he was a little worried about your condition. He had acquired an exaggeratedly monumental affection for you, so he spent those days trying to lighten your chores a bit, but even so, he worried even more when he hadn't seen you leave the cabin all morning.
He was used to your mini routines, to see you approach the river to wash your face and body, to wake you up fully after a night of pseudo sleep, and keep an eye on the area a bit, before taking a quick tour around the area in search of dangers. You used to come back shortly after, eat something and spend some time with him, planning the actions of the day. But today, nothing had happened, total silence.
He left you a little alone, for the moment, thinking that some extra sleep would do you good, but it was already close to noon and your silent absence was beginning to terrify him, so he entered the cabin, carefully, seeing you lying on the mini bed of sticks and furs you used to share, shrunk into yourself.
He got a little closer, seeing your face that transmitted pain, and he could almost swear that he heard your groans. His eyes drifted to the side, to a piece of plastic half hidden under the bed, with some blood-stained rags, which finished scaring him. You were hurt, somehow.
Kelvin came all the way up, touching you carefully, groping, uncovering you a bit, looking for your wounds through your military clothing.
"God, no... now you..." You complained, pushing him slightly, with rather little force.
But the cramps had neither time nor space. A wave attacked you, forcing you to shrink into yourself, groaning loudly, fidgeting.
"Uh!" Kelvin mumbled, trying to check on you again, seeing that you wouldn't let him. "Hurth?" He stammered again. He couldn't hear, but, if he tried hard, he could poorly verbalize single words at random volumes when necessary.
You shook your head in deny, before burying your face in the deer skin, trying to anticipate another of the waves of pain that made you roll on your spot.
"Blooth!" He crouched close to you, patting your cheek “U blooth”. He had seen blood, that was all that mattered to him.
"Ufff..." You breathed for a moment, face up "Damn, l-let's see if... you find out"
You uncovered yourself a bit, to take his hand and place it firmly on your lower abdomen, waiting for him to understand everything.
"Pee?" He worried.
"It's not an urinary infection, you big beautiful goofball!" You pulled your hand away from him, complaining “Now I'm going to have to write the word menstruation, what a fucking bummer! I hate my life! Stupid fucking island!”
Kelvin looked at you for a moment, confused. He didn't hear you, but he saw you protest, angry, hurt. He immediately remembered his sister, the one who, during her period, became a mass of emotions and, at the same time, she seemed to hate him and love him. He understood immediately, you were living the same as his sister.
"Oh!" He exclaimed, his brown eyes wide, full of discovery. "Baby goom."
"Exactly... Baby goom" You sighed, nodding and patting his arm "What the fuck a goom is"
He walked into the cabin, thinking. There wasn't much to do to help you, not without painkillers. That thought made him jump. There were painkillers. He hurried, looking for that metal box that you had aside with the most priceless things you had found on the island, checking. He found a small bottle with pills, painkillers.
He immediately came over to you, waving the bottle close to your face, offering you a quiet smile that could easily translate to "Look, honey, I've got what you need."
That touched you, but instead of taking it, you calmly took the notebook out of your pocket and wrote “They are for emergencies. I'm not dying. Give me a couple of days, I'll be fine."