Jenna held her stomach. The morning attacks have always happened in the last few days. She didn't understand why, because she took drugs regularly. No way not, she now has a walking alarm that carries all her needs wherever she goes. Without forgetting for a second.
However, the abdominal pain this time felt different. She had never felt it before. Much more painful, unbearable. Until she didn't realize she was squealing while curled up on the bed.
Blake, who was still in the bathroom, heard Jenna's screech and rushed out, only wrapped in a towel around her waist.
"Jenna, why are you curled up like that? Are you okay?" asked Blake, panicking. Especially when he realized his lover's pale skin. "Jenna, answer me!"
"M-my medicine, Blake. Pain reliever ... please ...."
He wouldn't wait for the second sentence, rushed to find what Jenna asked for, he returned with a glass of water and immediately gave it to the girl.
