Rowena
“I… I need help.”
Emma staggered into my office, clutching her stomach, and immediately I knew that this was serious. Without hesitating for even a moment, I rushed forward and wrapped my arm around her, letting her rest her weight on me as I led her over to the exam table.
“What happened?” I asked, helping her up onto the table.
Emma swallowed hard. “I… It’s a long story,” she managed through grit teeth.
I frowned as I looked at her. The way she was clutching her stomach could indicate many things: food poisoning, a stomach bug, maybe even appendicitis. But it was then, as I looked over her, that I saw the dark red color seeping through her jeans.
“Emma,” I said, shooting her a worried look, “is it your period?”
She gritted her teeth and shook her head,
