Damian's POV
Boom. A flood of results. Medical articles, blogs, forums with way too many acronyms. I clicked one that looked legit.
And then I read.
And kept reading.
And holy s**t.
It wasn’t fatal—not exactly. But it hurt. Like, a lot. Cramping, headaches, mood swings, back pain, nausea... the list kept going. My jaw clenched the further I read, and my stomach turned when I realized she’d been going through all of that while screaming at me and the damn leech.
She was in pain. Real pain. And I had no clue.
No wonder she was pissed. And I’d been there like some dumb beast, accusing her of being attacked, of bleeding because someone hurt her. When in reality, it was her own damn body doing the damage. Monthly. Regularly.
Fuck, humans were savage.
I leaned back in the chair, draggi
