Aldana Candi closed her eyes, unable to speak from the pain, feeling as if a steel knife was stirring her uterus in this humid heat,
her whole body cold as ice.
Very cold, very cold, extremely so, making her feel uncomfortable.
Her aunt flow was always irregular, sometimes absent for several months, possibly due to fatigue on the island, this past month,
was the first time her aunt flow arrived.
There's no sanitary pads here, nor pain relief medicine, yesterday on the first day she still had enough energy to get up and change the clothes and bedding she had soiled.
Today maybe because it was raining, and the weather was colder than yesterday, she didn't even have the strength to get out of bed.
The pain made her want to roll around and scream out loud, yet she didn't even have the strength to turn over.
Philip Shaw watched her lips that were nearly bitten to bleeding, his eyes darkened slightly, he leaned toward the kitchen and quickly boiled a pot of water.
