“I think I’m dying.” She pokes her head into my room. “You’re not dying.” “I don’t know, I think I might be bleeding out.” Another cramp hits me; it feels like someone has my lower back caught in a vise. “If this is the end, make sure Tangerine remembers me as the one who gave her more snacks.” “Is she okay?” I hear Cooper ask. “No,” says Mia. “But at least it’s physical pain. My periods turn me into a raging bitch.”
