After a few bites, Deanna suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.
A warm sensation trickled down from below.
Her face paled as she excused herself. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”
“Of course, dear,” Debora responded, continuing her meal with Rosalynn.
By the time they were almost done with their meal, Deanna hadn’t returned.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGrowing concerned, Rosalynn was about to check on her when Debora voiced the same worry.
“Rosalynn, can you check on Deanna? She might be having stomach issues.”
“Of course.”
In the restroom, Deanna was seated on the toilet, writhing in pain.
Whenever her period arrived, she suffered not only from abdominal pain but also diarrhea.
It was unbearable. Her pants were soiled, and she had no sanitary products on hand. She wasn’t sure
if anyone else was around.
“Deanna, are you okay?” A knock sounded on the door.
Recognizing Rosalynn‘s voice, Deanna pursed her lips.
The last person she wanted to see was Rosalynn.
“Deanna, if you don’t respond, I’m coming in.”
Hearing no reply, Rosalynn feared for Deanna’s well-being and hurriedly pushed the door open.
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Deanna, however, was seated on the toilet, glaring at her furiously.
“Who gave you permission to come in?”
Rosalynn arched an eyebrow. “Well, you seem alright. I’ll leave now.”
“Wait!” Deanna urgently called out as she noticed Rosalynn preparing to leave.
Rosalynn paused and turned to her, a questioning expression on her face. “What’s the matter?” she
asked.
Deanna glared at her, frustration evident in her voice. “Why are you so dismissive? Why didn’t you
even bother to ask me before jumping to conclusions? Can’t you see that I’m feeling terrible?”