Luce Pam short

Pam groaned as she rolled over. There was nothing that was making her comfortable. She had been struggling for at least 3 hours now. She knew because she glanced at the clock with red numbers on display.
Red.
She was tired of that color too. She had been seeing it all day.
"UGH!" she rolled out of bed. All she wanted was to sleep her period away, but her body wouldn't let her. She went to the bathroom. She splashed water in her face. It was going to be a long day. Pam hated this.
She wasn't hungry. Though she probably should be, she hadn't eaten all day. Maybe putting something on her stomach would make her comfortable enough to sleep.
"That sounds good," Pam muttered to herself as she walked out of the bathroom. She froze as a hand placed itself on her forehead. 
"You're sick," Luce stated after a moment, taking his hand away from her head.
"Just because I'm on my period doesn't mean I'm sick," Pam felt herself growl.
"That's not what I ment," Luce shook his head. "You have a fever. You're probably coming down with a cold. Your throat hurts too doesn't it."
Pam glared at the demon. He had no right to be so spot on.
Luce sighed. He may be a demon, but now he felt like he was a den mother. "You can't get comfortable to stay in bed either?"
Pam stuck out her bottom lip. "Maybe..."
Luce nodded. "I'll go make you some hot tea and then some soup. It might help. Do you have any medicine here?" Luce was already looking through her cabinet.