Therapy? Who needs that?

The lemons sat next to their new friend, just finished shooing the roaches for the day.

Karaza yawned for the third time in half an hour. She laid down on the bare floor, bored and half tired.

"It's my day off...Again..." She was about to sigh but another yawn caught up to her.

"Aaa- guess that time of the month is coming…Damn! I'm unprepared!"

'Come on! I can do this!" She psyched herself up, about to get inside the grocery store.

A place she didn't go to except for a couple times in her life, but the land's grocery stores were an entirely different territory.

The ones in touristy areas were somewhat normal. But the ones citizens went to were...Arranged a little differently.

When she entered, a few giant mason jars with faucets greeted her, each one filled with flour, sugar, rice, oil, ghee, and other main ingredients.

Each jar was a meter and a half long, which didn't help.

She looked as people brought regular size mason jars or grabbed them from one corner, filling them with what they'd like to purchase.

She walked slowly to another aisle. Shelves full of feminine hygiene products.

'There it is...Wait, cups? Tampons? Oh, there it is...Wait wings? Do they fly or something?'

She squinted as reading got harder, so she went with her usual strategy and got what the woman next to her got.

Near the store there was a government distribution point offering quenchy, duckweed, and dried mushrooms. One portion for each person that suffices for two days. Other basic hygiene needs were offered too.

She looked at it with intrigue, somewhat proud even since planting mushrooms and harvesting duckweed. It was somewhat surreal to see the products in their final form.

She got a really strong urge to go to the warehouse and pick up a task to do, too bad Yasmin and Patitcha are in contact to enforce her 'days off'.

While at it she decided to buy a new shoe, hers has seen better days.

'I wore this one for two years, fights included, hope I can get something comfy like it.'

She held a pair of slip-on enhanced leather shoes, dark gray, that goes with everything. It was similar to the one she was wearing but better.

'7000 Moro?! What a steal!'

"Your total is 700 Moro miss." The cashier told.

"Um…I think a zero is missing..." she said hesitantly.

"Yeah, it's lower than this usually. Oh, you're high income that's why."

"Every citizen gets one discounted pair of enhanced leather shoes each year." The employee added, prodded by her confused expression.

She was skipping in her new shoes, she bought an igloo bed for the snowman and a big ceramic bowl for the lemons.

It was only natural to end the shopping day with buying some tobacco refills. She prepared for the disappointment as she swiped her hexagono on the vending machine, but to her surprise it glitched and spat three refills instead of two.

"Jackpot!" She whispered with a clenched fist and a big grin.

The smoking buddy's day wasn't as fun. She concluded that as he waved to her, he looked irritated and was a little see through. A colleague of his exchanged nods with her as she sat down.

"Dude, just go to therapy..." Jueno told him.

"I don't think therapy can help."

Jueno just laughed at his misery, earning a pissed off stare.

"Just go to work, I can't believe they made our breaks overlap." He rubbed his eyes.

'Therapy? What's that?' She thought.

"Three patients threw up on him, three scrubs in one day- Ouch!" He got a playful kick in the shin.

He aimed to kick back if not for the ping in his hexagono.

Something in the back of her mind insisted he was too irritated for just a bad day at work, but what did she know?

"Is he your arch nemesis?" She asked when he walked away.

"More like the bane of my existence."

"Ah, so that's the childhood neighbor you talked about."

"Him in flesh."

She couldn't hold back a long yawn.

"Shopping tired you out?"

"No, I just yawn a lot before...you know, that time of the month. What do you people call it?"

"Menses." He answered casually before his brain calculated how many months he didn't see her yawn.

"So how many times a year does this yawning phenomena happens?" He asked clinically, for a good measure.

"Um...once maybe?" She answered carelessly only to see not only a pissed off man but also a pissed off medical care provider.

He used his medical hexagono and in no time she was at the gynecology clinic getting all the scans under the sun.

"Everything seems fine, mostly. Your cortisol levels are a little high. That in itself is not unusual for newcomers, but it can halt menses." The doctor explained.

Karaza didn't know how to respond to that. It was more uncomfortable than she thought.

"You said the irregularities started almost two years ago. I suppose something happened at that time, and it's stressing you out?"

'Two years, huh? Time flies.'

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Is it something you want to try discussing?"

"No, I don't even wanna think about it, doc."

"Gotcha. However, therapy is available if you feel a try."

"Thanks, it's not that deep though. I'm infertile anyway." She commented.

The doctor's eyes had a gentle look in them.

"Well, that's what they think outside, but here we believe everyone deserves the best, fertile or not."

She walked out of the hospital, thinking about unpleasant memories.

The last time she had to think about them was in a fight against a radiation resistant- boots wearing beast.

But it was true, the closet was there and the skeletons were buried.

"You know what! The men are right with this one, I don't wanna talk about what's bothering me. It doesn't exist as long as I don't think about it." She whispered in her almost empty flat, laying down and turning her face to the wall.

Her two companions just sat there, leaning on her back in silent support.

Also waiting politely for her to open their new things.