(Tw: p*riod, hint at dysphoria)
(It's a trans Five fic so yea)
"Allison?" she looked up to see an unusually pale Five.
Immediately alarmed, she pushed herself into a sitting position, ready to get up if needed. "Yeah? Are you okay?" she asked softly.
Five shifted uncomfortably on his feet, his eyes looking everywhere else than to her face. "You know that thing... that thing women... people born as female get where they... you know... bleed?"
Allison bit her lip and nodded, a realization suddenly dawning on her. She had never considered he'd have to deal with that.
After talking for a bit, she realized that he hadn't either. The apocalypse had apparently been pretty rough and food had been scarce, so normal bodily functions like that hadn't been much of a concern and once he got out of there his body had been too old for that to even be a possibility.
Now he was was back in his teenage body, pre the gender reassignment surgeries he had apparently gotten at the comission. "And somehow my body just hasn't gotten the memo yet," he grumbled, picking at the fabric of his jacket. "And it hurts like hell," he mumbled.
Allison wasn't entirely sure if he was only referring to the physical pain, but either way she was gonna help him god damn it. Mom-mode was on and, surprisingly with no objections from Five she brought him a hot water bottle, the softest blanket in the house, painkillers and a cup of tea. That's where the objection came in the form of a weak attempt at his usual cold tone as he told her that he doesn't drink tea and would prefer coffee. He did add a please at least.
"Caffeine can make the cramps worse," she informed him, handing him the mint tea. He gave her a sceptical look. "Mint tea helps with the pain," she added, sitting down besides him.
They sat like that for a bit in silence, Five occasionally sipping his tea. After a while he cleared his troath, as if to say something, Allison looked at him expectantly, but he remained silent. Then a quiet "thank you," broke the silence. She looked at him and gave his shoulder a squeeze. To her surprise he leaned into the touch.
"Hey, what are sisters for, if not to help their brothers when they're having a bloody bad time?" she said in her British accent she had taught herself for acting. Five snickered, leaning his head on her shoulder with a yawn.
She stroked his hair, kissing his forehead. Five froze at the touch and for a moment the worried she had taken the affection too far, then Five sniffled and cuddled closer mumbling out a choked "thank you."
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Sorry, I didn't really proof read this because it's just a vent fic. I'm in pain lmao