Sunlight slowly flooded into the cell like room over the course of a few hours, and eventually it was enough to awaken the young swordsman. They clutched the pillow they were cuddling, nuzzling it a little bit before rubbing their eyes. They began to notice a rather off feeling between their legs, and reached one of their hands down there to figure out what it was.

    “Not again…” Crona mumbled, certain they had wet their bed, lifting their hand up in front of their face. Their eyes squinted open, sensitive to the morning light. Black. Crona squeaked, rubbing it on the front of their dress and lifting their pillow to inspect it, the area they had their legs wrapped around it. Black.

    Crona tossed the pillow and tumbled out of bed, squirming and struggling to get the dress off. They became stuck, and could feel more of the black liquid trickling down their legs. Crona shifted and writhed, unable to untangle themself. Crona began to sniffle, and shook a little, quite shaken by all this. “H-help” mumbled Crona, hoping someone would come to check on them as many often do.

    After what felt like days, knocking could be heard from Crona’s door.

    “Crona? It’s Maka! Can I come in?” said the voice behind the door.

    Crona squeaked, crossing their legs tightly over their private bits, not being one to wear underwear. They simply found it uncomfortable. “Y-yes! Wait! Not yet!”
 

    “Huh? Is something wrong Crona? Or are you just getting

 dressed?” questioned Maka, putting her hand on the door knob.

    Crona squirmed a little more, a bit nervous. “I need some help. I got stuck in my dress, and I’m bleeding…”

    “Bleeding??” exclaimed Maka, opening the door quickly “How did you hurt yourself?” She rushed over to Crona, seeing the black blood on their leg and getting an idea of what’s going on, but not saying anything, working on helping Crona out of their dress. She pulled at the sleeves, tugging the dress off Crona. They quickly covered their chest, not looking at Maka, completely .

    “I don’t know, I woke up and I was bleeding! I haven’t been able to see why, I got stuck.” they said, shivering a little on the cold floor. They both blushed, and Maka quickly covered her eyes. “Thank you…” Crona said, turning away from Maka so they could inspect what was wrong.

“How serious is it?” Maka asked.

“Uhm, I, uh, eh?!” Crona squealed a little in fear, their legs spread, now seeing that they were bleeding from their crotch. “I-its internal!! Maka what do I do?? Why isn’t Ragnarok hardening the blood??”