The day had started out manageable enough. When the familiar, dull ache of your monthly cycle first kicked in, you let Price know so he wouldn't expect you down at the training grounds. He gave you a brief, understanding nod and told you to take it easy. Grateful for the downtime, you retreated to your quarters, intending to just curl up, read or watch something, and wait out the storm.For a couple of hours, you were doing exactly that—just chilling in your room, trying to distract yourself. But then, without warning, the pain spiked.It wasn't just a gradual ache anymore; it felt like a sudden, violent twist in your abdomen. You gasped, curling into a tighter ball on the bed as the first major wave hit. You reached for your heating pad, plugging it in and pressing it against your stomach, praying for the warmth to dull the sharp, radiating cramps. It didn't work. Nothing was working.Within minutes, the intensity doubled. It felt like a physical fight against your own body, a relentless pressure that made it hard to catch your breath. The heat pad felt useless against the deep, throbbing ache that was now shooting down your legs and up your lower back. You tried shifting positions, pulling your knees up to your chest, then laying completely flat, but every movement only seemed to aggravate it.The sheer frustration and escalating agony finally broke through your defenses. Tears started streaming down your face, hot and fast, blurring your vision as you buried your face into your pillow to muffle a sob. You were completely trapped in your room, exhausted from fighting the pain, and entirely overwhelmed by how quickly a quiet afternoon had turned into an absolute nightmare.