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Lyney's stomach had growled painfully at him all afternoon. He'd skipped breakfast, skipped lunch, and was fully intent on skipping dinner, too.
He lay on his bed, curling into a tight ball and pressing his arms into his abdomen. His stomach twisted and churned, the lack of food making him feel sick.
"Lyney?" Freminet peeked into his room. "Are you alright?"
Lyney clutched his aching belly. "Y-yes, of course!" His stomach growled again. "Nngh… Why?"
"Lynette said she heard you whimpering."
Of course she did.
Lyney grit his teeth. "Cramps. Just… just cramps."
Freminet sat beside Lyney on the bed. "Just cramps?" He reached for Lyney's forehead, placing a cold palm there to feel Lyney's temperature.
"I'm not sick!" Lyney protested. Though he felt like he was going to be sick, that was for sure.
"Hm… You're not hot," Freminet pulled his hand away, and wiped it on his pants. "But you're all sweaty."
Lyney whimpered.
Freminet gently stroked Lyney's head. "Is something wrong?"
"Just—" Lyney winced. "Just period cramps, that's all."
Freminet nodded. "Okay, then. I'll bring you some pain medication, okay?" He stood up.
"No!"
"Why not?"
Lyney panted. "I can— I can get through it on my own. No sense wasting medicine on me." Pain medicine wouldn't help hunger pangs. And besides, he didn't want to consume anything.
"…Okay." Freminet headed for the door. "Just… Let me or Lynette know if you need anything, okay?"
"Yeah, I will."
Liar. Lyney was nothing but a big, fat liar.