Just as Michael Gordon was about to kick the door again, the bathroom door opened. Ivy Aretha walked out, clutching her lower abdomen, with beads of sweat on her forehead that seemed even larger than before.
"I need to go downstairs!"
As Ivy tried to go around him and head downstairs, Michael grabbed her: "If you have an allergic reaction, I've already called a doctor!"
"No, I..."
Seeing Michael's familiar features enlarge in front of her, Ivy's mind was in turmoil, unable to say anything else as her cheeks flushed.
"Whatever it is, if you're feeling bad, just lie down on the bed." Michael frowned and picked her up, "The doctor will be here soon!"
His quick actions took her by surprise, and his words made her even more shocked: "No, I'm fine! I don't need a doctor, I just want to go downstairs and buy something!"
Calling a doctor when having a period would make her the butt of jokes.