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Tim clutches at his middle.
It's not fair, it's not fair.
He feels the sweat that drips off his forehead. Groaning at the pain.
Every breath that he exhales bringing a little bit of bile up with it.
Periods suck, is whats going through his head, periods suck so fucking much.
Every single month, this is what he had to endure every single month.
It wasn't fair!
Why was it that half the population didn't have to deal with this but he did.
Another sharp cramp made his way through him and he gripped at his shirt painfully.
Unfair, unfair, unfair.
Tim didn’t want goddamn kids. He didn't want to get fricking pregnant. Whoever put his uterus there could take it right the fuck back!
And sadly, he still had it. Still had that godforsaken organ. He missed his fucking spleen but his uterus is what was still doing its thing.
He wanted to scream. Wanted to cry (which he had been doing 20 minutes ago). Heavy breaths in and out of his nose and mouth.
He brought his clammy feet together, pushing his legs close as if it would suddenly stop the pains. He was still grabbing at the heating pad he was pushing against his abdomen. Not as if he felt like it was doing much but make him sweat worse.
Tim shouldn't even be getting periods. He was a guy. Guys shouldn't have periods.
And yet he did. He did, he did, he did. In a perfect, less cruel, world no one should get periods. Tim thought.
Tim was hungry. He wanted to eat something. But he was afraid he'd probably fall down if he even attempted to get up, with how his legs had been torturing him.
And if it weren't his legs that would give out, he would probably just throw up whatever he'd eat anyway.
He felt disgusting, his pad clinging against him. Oh how fun periods were.
“Tim, we're about to head out. Are you holding up?” He heard Dicks voice come through, after a soft knock on his door.
Tim nodded. He wasn’t.
“Yeah.” He croaked out anyway.
Dick looked at him, giving a sympathetic smile.
“I believe Alfred is making a snack for you so he should be up in a minute.” Dick said, attempting to sound cheerier.
“Right..” Tim mumbled back
Tim knew Dick had always felt a little guilty when they got to patrol without him. It's the same way Tim felt when Cass or Steph would have to skip patrol.
He knew there wasn't anything anyone could really do about it, but it did suck anyway. Hopefully in a day or two he'd feel better, but right now he was really seriously considering what jumping from his window would be like.
“Okay..” Dick spoke again. “We’ll be back in a few. Try to get some sleep, goodnight baby bro.”
Dick quietly closed the door behind him. Tim sighed.
Sleep sounded like a heavens gift right about now, but death was probably easier achievable with the amount of pain he was in.
Tim turned over in his bed one more time. Solemnly trying to imagine it was him swinging outside with his family right now, instead of stuck on his bed.
He closed his eyes hoping sleep would somehow find him anyway.