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Dylan nodded and swallowed. He knelt down in front of her, checking. He nodded and looked up at her. "It's not the stitches, babe, it's uh- that time of the month," he explained awkwardly.
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"Oh, gotcha." She responded. "Well, so glad we're in the shower."
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Dylan nodded and chuckled awkwardly, standing back up, turning the water back on. "Do you get cramps, or anything?" he asked awkwardly. As awkward as it was, he still wanted to help her.
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"Sometimes." She stated. "Hot water's probably helpin'."
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Dylan nodded and smiled. "Okay, just lemme know if you want or need anything," he said, taking her hand and rubbing the back of it with his thumb.
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Once their shower was done, she put on a pad, and her dark clothes.
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Dylan got out too, helping her before getting dressed himself.
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"Of course," Dylan smiled at her.
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