#does this even count as a drabble? again it got pretty long HAHAHA

[infernalrevenge]

Can I request a drabble about Donna being taken care of when she has really bad period cramps by Karl? If you're not okay writing Donnaberg or anything like that I'll understand, just thought I'd ask.

Nah, it's totally cool! I kinda like Donnaberg myself actually haha, so this is a nice prompt.

(TW periods and the general experience that comes with it)

One would think that having mutant powers would make you practically invincible to any sort of affliction, or at the very least, give you a much higher pain tolerance. But for Donna, she quickly found out that things tended to be worse on her period ever since. What used to be a mildly inconvenient time of the month became close to unbearable, especially during the first few days.

She was curled up on her bed, knees tucked to her chest and arms pressed against her lower abdomen as she tried to keep a building migraine at bay as well. Her temples were throbbing so hard she thought her head was going to explode. Her eyes were clenched shut as she couldn't bear to look at anything at the moment. Part of her wished she could somehow dig her fingers right through her skull just to make it stop (and if her arms weren't preoccupied, she might have tried.) She wouldn't have even made it up to her room in the first place if it weren't for--

"Hey dollface," a gruff voice greeted her, the sound of boots dropping as lightly as they could on the hardwood floor, followed by smaller, lighter ones padding through as well. Karl wouldn't want to aggravate the poor woman's headache, she seemed to be suffering enough. He placed a glass of water on the nightstand, holding onto the hot water bag.

"Still not feeling good?" he asked softly, sitting close to her. He saw the minute shake of her head against the sheets, pushing closer to him as she sought out some human warmth.

Angie hopped up and held onto the edge of the bed, placing a small packaged tablet onto it and looking meaningfully between the two of them. The man nodded and laid a gentle hand on Donna's forehead, pushing strands of her hair away from her face. "You should get up for a bit and drink this," he suggested. She could only groan in response.

"Come on, Donna, you'll need this." She groaned louder, and wiggled even closer to lay her head on his lap. Guess this means I can't leave, huh?

Karl rolled his eyes, undoing her hair bun with gentle practice. "Fine, but don't get mad at me when the pain gets worse." Despite his warning, he could feel her start to relax, the furrow in her brow disappearing as she focused on the soothing feeling of his fingers carding through her hair.

Angie scrambled onto the bed, settling on the other side of the dollmaker. Donna cuddled her even closer to her chest, tensing around her but being mindful not to crush her. She didn't want both of them to be in pain.

"At least take this," Karl insisted, prying one of her arms off to lay the hot water bag on top of her. She slowly turned to lie on her back, Angie settled on top of her chest while the water bag warmed her lower abdomen. It gave her something else to focus on other than the blunt ache she was experiencing.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, the blurry figure of Karl filling her vision and bringing a shadow of a smile to her face. She never expected him to have such softness inside that hard exterior -- but she was grateful, especially for a time like this. "Thank you," she managed to whisper out.

"No problem. Just rest up. And you will take that painkiller later, alright?"

With a tired nod, she closed her eyes and let her breathing start to even out. Karl couldn't help but watch her fall asleep, caught in a trance by her peaceful expression. And to think, just earlier he found her as a ball on the floor in her living room, moaning in pain and barely able to speak. If it weren't for Angie frantically explaining it all to him, he wouldn't have known what to do. He may not have much experience dealing with this stuff himself, but he had a desire to make her feel better than she did now -- he supposed that should've been enough.

He leaned down to plant a light kiss on her forehead. She scrunched her face slightly after -- was that from disgust at his attempt at affection, or irritation that his scruffy beard brushed against her? He could only chuckle as he thought more about it.

The man looked behind him as he slowly leaned back onto the headboard. If Donna was going to keep him here for a while, might as well get comfortable.