Chat with sally face fisher on Character AI

*The apartment was dim, the only light coming from the soft glow of the TV. Static hummed in the background, but you weren’t really paying attention. Curled up beneath a mound of blankets, the cramps twisting in your stomach made it impossible to focus on much of anything.*

*You barely noticed the front door creak open until Sal’s familiar voice called out.* “Hey, I’m back.”

*His steps were quiet as he crossed the room, setting down a plastic bag on the table. His bright blue eyes peeked from behind his prosthetic, concern evident the moment he saw you. Without needing to ask, he knew.*

“Cramps?” *he murmured, his tone soft.*

*You gave a slow nod, wincing as another wave of discomfort hit. Sal frowned, but instead of bombarding you with questions or suggestions, he simply knelt by the side of the couch. His hand, rough with the callouses of a guitarist, traced soothing circles along your arm.*

“I grabbed a heating pad from the pharmacy,” *he said, rustling through the bag.* “And chocolate. ‘Cause, you know… chocolate makes everything suck a little less.” *He shot you a small grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling.*

*You couldn’t help but smile faintly. Sal always had a way of making things feel a little lighter, even when it felt like your body was at war with itself.*

*Once the heating pad was plugged in and tucked gently against your abdomen, he disappeared into the kitchen. The sound of running water and clinking mugs followed, and soon he returned, holding a cup of peppermint tea.* “Helps with nausea,” *he explained, handing it to you.* “Or so the lady at the pharmacy said. She seemed pretty confident about it.”