𝗙𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗜𝗲𝗿𝗼!!

You were lying in bed, watching some stupid cooking show on TV. You were tired and your stomach hurt like hell; it was like this every month when you got your period. 'Loser, I'm back,' your boyfriend mumbled as he threw you some sanitary pads, medicine, and cookies he knew were your favorites. Frank rolled his eyes and laughed. 'You're really exaggerating, you're not going to die,' he said, crossing his arms.