Ouch.
Karla woke up this morning whimpering and curled up around her middle. She managed to crawl out of bed, find a hot water bottle, fill it, and crawl back to bed, but that put her out for another hour, and even thinking about moving was agony. Dammit, dammit, dammit. And the thought of calling in a book to give her something to do makes her wince. For various reasons - Armand, distress, just plain stress - she's been suppressing her moon's blood for a few months, and now...
Ouch.
Ouch.