"Are you FREAKING kidding me?"
"What? What is it?" David looks into the bathroom from the hallway. He finds me on the toilet, scowling downward. I shoot him a look.
"Seriously?" he asks. "Didn't you just...?"
"Yes. Yes I DID just... It's been almost two full weeks - off and on."
"What's that phrase? Never trust something that bleeds for 5 days but doesn't....?" He quickly changes tacks before I stab him with the cuticle scissors within my reach. "Wait! There's a bright side."
I glare at him. "Pray, tell..."
"You've been bleeding this long and you haven't died... I think... Heather, I think you might be IMMORTAL!"
"HAH!"
"No seriously. This right here? THIS is you achieving immortality."
Doubling over with another cramp, I manage a small, yet incredibly sarcastic "Hurray."
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