Note to the reader: This entry hits on some PG-13 elements and may not be suitable for anyone.
In early January I awoke at about 3am to find Ruth standing at the foot of my bed. At first I was a bit freaked out. Once I realized it was Ruth I was a bit excited, as any guy would be to wake up and find a beautiful girl standing at the foot of his bed, but I soon realized she was in pain... and possibly crying.
The fantasy I had worked up in my head quickly faded as I tried to get my bearings and figure out what was going on. There was no visible bleeding. There were no missing limbs. I couldn't spot any broken bones. "Maybe something emotional?" I thought to myself.
Soon I remembered that she had been out the previous night with a guy. I now wondered if he had tried something devious. Normally quite the pacifist, I now found my blood pumping a bit harder.
I'm sure by this point I had quite the perplexed look on my face. As if to put the endless racing of my thoughts to rest, Ruth said, "I have a really bad headache". I had still been hoping for the 3am booty call, so, somewhat disappointed, I laid her in my bed and went to get some aspirin and water.
As I returned she told me to lay down with her, which I did. She snuggled up against me, and was quite obviously in a lot of pain. She started to slowly writhe in pain... It was at this moment that I remembered that I still had the standard issue set of Jesse pajamas on. These consist of a pair of boxers and a T-Shirt. I quickly hopped out of bed and put pants on before it became obvious to her.
After a brief, internal argument with myself discussing which part of hell I was going to for finding anything pleasurable in her headache, I finally crawled back in to bed. Eventually her pain subsided and she fell asleep.