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"Uuuhh- what else can I get you!?"
"More medicine? Another pillow? Tissues? A bandaid!?"
"Thanks, but no thanks. Silver, I'm completely fine, honest!"
Silver held all the items he had frantically suggested to his girlfriend, a medicine bottle already half empty from its use beginning just this morning in one hand and a box of fresh tissues in the other, his fingers puncturing the plastic packaging and creasing the cardboard. A pillow was squished under his arm and gasped for air, and a little bandaid flopped in his shaking fingers purposefully stretching away from where the others held the medication.
He felt like a delivery guy who was just trying to do his job, but it was a job no one had asked for. No one had actually ordered anything, but the kindness burning away in his heart simply wished to always be there to provide. Silver's silhouette concealed the lighting bursting from the television happily playing along to itself, and his fuzzy chest deflated in a little sigh.
(Y/n) warmly smiled to him, and Silver could feel his panicked heart become soothed as if the joyous expression massaged every one of his tense veins. He placed the items he could have balanced a large bet upon to be practical at this moment into the comfort of the leather sofa cushion, the bandaid not enjoying the surface and sliding clean off. His shoulders crashed down in a sense of defeat, no knowledge of how to complete this mission that he himself didn't realise didn't need to be completed.
(Y/n) snuggled herself deeper into the leather sofa, almost separating the two cushions from one another for all eternity. A blanket snaked across her shoulders and engulfed her whole body from there downwards, pardon her toes peeking out from where her socked feet met the carpet. A mechanical fan blasted cold air towards her, and Silver mentally raised an eyebrow to this concept plus the blanket.
She had been saying all afternoon she was completely fine, but Silver thought otherwise. Never had he seen her gorgeous face look so pale, drained of passionate shade, and even with her regular makeup spread all across, he could still see grey underneath. Her eyes seemed extracted from vivid (e/c) that would usually stun Silver to breathlessness, and the shadowed bags underneath saddened him to the altruistic core.
(Y/n) saw it as a tiny smudge to the straight line of her week ahead - just a period, pretty much all girls have them. Outside, she seemed to be kitted out with a layer of steel, ready to take on anything with no damage. But through the saturated colouring sucking all the natural zealousness from every part of her body, Silver could tell this attitude was purely for show.
And he would be right. (Y/n) needed more medicine as desparately as any living organism would need fresh water. Another pillow to support her aching lower spine and hips? She'll take two. She would love some tissues to soak up those tears dying to break from the corners of her weakly bloodshot eyes, and maybe the bandaid against the skin of her throbbing stomach might tell her mind the pain was in the past.
Her chest wheezed every time she tried to speak, like her brain's default concentration to this wretched menstrual cycle made her throat and lungs forget how to breathe. She felt weak all over, and she could feel a tingle spreading across her face like her pale complexion was a sensation rather than solely an appearance. Her stomach felt like it had been torn to shreds, the injuries you would imagine to accompany such pain completely absent.
This time of the month is complicated, and it always makes the words you want to say shapeshift into something else as they leave your lips.
"Are you sure?"
(Y/n) felt another bolt of pain shoot through her stomach and down her leg, but again said the easily devised opposite.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm fine, Silver."
Being the kind and adorably caring boyfriend he was, Silver knew the million and one hidden alternative meanings to such an answer. From his search history packed with questions to help him become the most supportive partner possible, he knew "I'm fine" usually meant the incompatible.
But also from his research, he knew not to pry. Girls can have sharp mood swings at this time, you know, but he also knew it to simply be polite.
Silver took the seat beside (Y/n), and as soon as he met the glossy leather his arm snuck around her shoulders. He pulled her closer, her cheek resting into his neck as his hand rubbed up and down the side of her arm. He could feel her breaths tremble a little, and from that alone he could sense true emotion being hidden away underneath them. Her shoulders rattled under his arm, and absentmindedly but with that unbelievably kindly instinct, he tightened his grip.
(Y/n) melted into the display of affection, the irresistible softness of Silver's varnished chest fur her fingers couldn't help but play with just a little soothing the aches and pains. She believed from everything Silver had suggested as the most quintessential of solutions, he never would have guessed if you had given him all the time from now up until the two hundred years ahead he arrived from that a cuddle would work best.
(Y/n) felt Silver's whole face squish against the top of her head, his nose breaking through the winding valleys of her (hair/fur/quills). It tickled, and in result she breathed out a whisper of a giggle, which to Silver, was an angelic prayer. She felt his breathtaking golden eyes close and a smile become carved into the smoothness of his muzzle. Oh how he treasured the fit of laughter escaping her enervated chest once he showered her with a few kisses!
"I'm definitely okay now."
She could feel the wholesome hedgehog graced with the futuristic fur shade of his name rub his face so deeply into her head she worried he would struggle to breathe in a minute or two. But that's just the lovely way he was - not caring an inch about himself but caring as many miles as it would take to travel the whole of the universe about her.
It made her feel special.
"But-"
As soon as she spoke, his ears perked up behind his sternly shaped quills modelling a crisp autumn leaf, and his head left the comfort of hers as the rest of his body prepared to leave the sofa in a jiffy and bring her whatever she wished.
"I could go for a hot water bottle if that's okay."
Silver smiled so wide in a glance (Y/n) thought his face would split in half.
"Yes! Of course! That's completely okay! I'll get you that right now!"
He dashed out of the living room, and within seconds (Y/n) could hear the brewing of the kettle. Bubbling water echoed through the kitchen, but Silver's impatient and innovative shoes laced in darkened navy and bright cyan at the toe with built in telekinetic functions slamming the tiled flooring seemed louder.
You could award him with the title as being a professional at hot water bottle preparation, since even when (Y/n) tried to act like she could go all day without any assistance to overcome this horrendous and quite literally bloody monthly challenge, it was something she would always request without fail.
Right now, she could hear the pouring of the boiling water and the clicking of the top of the rubbery device back in to avoid any temperature from absconding. Silver darted back in the living room, but (Y/n)'s current state left his planned rambling of "here you go", and "I hope that's hot enough" flailing at the tip of his tongue like a victim to the crumbling of a cliff.
With the blanket abandoned at the arm of the sofa and her legs still feeling like a professional boxer had beaten them out of the side of the ring, she wandered to the exit left wide open that Silver currently blocked midway through using it as an entrance. Shyly, he held the water bottle like a toddler would their freshest artwork waiting for an already occupied teacher to be ready to give them full attention, the paint still damp or the crayon wax not quite soaked in.
(Y/n) passed him through the doorway aglow in afternoon sun with a tiny kiss to the cheek.
"Thank you, honey. I won't be a minute."
She didn't want to be second. She wanted to stay on the couch with her beloved boyfriend until dusk painted the heavenly blue skies a dazed pink. She wanted to relax and breathe in his kindness that felt like a cure for the roughness against the depths of her throat, doing nothing but watching a movie together and enjoying each other's heartwarming company.
To such fantasies, her malicious body cackled.
Silver nodded aggressively, and his eyes resembling solid ovals of pristine gold observed (Y/n)'s every move up the staircase until the house faded into the blasted first floor that erased her from view. Every step she took made the ground below Holy, and he seemed to be the living representation of that phrase - he worships the ground she walks on. As soon as he couldn't see her, Silver felt a twist of nerves throughout his stomach, but a faint smirk crossed his face at the same time.
(Y/n) stretched her arms above her head teasing her with little twinges of agony for a skull cracking headache. Relief bursted through from her elbows to the tips of her fingers, and she could feel the same energy sneak from her throbbing thighs into her weakened toes. She gave a sigh and a small smile, her stomach screaming to have a taste of alleviation.
She entered the bathroom to do what Mother Nature villainously awaited for her to do, and what (Y/n) reluctantly knew she needed to if she ever wished to return downstairs and snuggle with Silver the sweetheart for the rest of the evening. The door to the room of body refreshments held an aroma like a summertime bouquet or a bundle of mixed fruits had exploded, and something stopped the slick white wood from opening wide.
(Y/n) glanced down and felt her heart skip a beat, her chest feeling emptied for a sickening second from the little jump of uncertainty. A group of small items prevented her from entering the bathroom until she gave them the attention she couldn't possibly keep herself from granting them. (Y/n) ignored the ache ripping through her stomach like a tear from a tree's thickened root to otherwise undamaged soil to crouch and give them recognition.
Candles held the door like customised stoppers, the woolen wick untouched by any heat as of yet. An array of tropical colours painted them, from deep magenta against the wax of hibiscus and vivid amber for mango and passionfruit. With its head weighted down to one side leaning over the candles, a tiny stuffed bear balanced to the doorway, with a silken crimson ribbon to its neck and a crumpled note awaiting to be read by its fuzzy creamy white hand.
(Y/n),
First of all, I'm sorry if this seems weird. Does this seem weird? Please tell me if it does, and I'm sorry if it's weird. Did I already say that?
Oh, uh anyway, I think I can say I know what a period is, because believe me, I've done some research! It feels horrible that you have to experience that so often, and all I'm trying to do is my best to make you feel better.
Remember, I'm always here. For an absolution...
Silvie <3
Ps- Did that sound weird???
(Y/n) giggled, and her heart ached from the innumerous beats rippling through. Like one of the candles had been lit just underneath it, she could feel it warming up. She didn't find it weird at all, not even a slither. Her mind felt like it had bought a ticket to ride a frantic roller-coaster - already planning an array of affection and gratitude for when she returned downstairs to her one and only Silver the sweetheart, indeed, and a romantic evening for no one but the two of them...
To show how he really did make her feel.
Special...
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Author's Note - that ending sounded less weird in my head, but for some reason I see Silver doing that. Anyway, next chapter will most definitely 100% be a request!! Because I know you want to see them and uh, are my originals losing their specialty?? Like, are they still any good? Either way, stay tuned!! ✌
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