Lying in bed, although not continually (she had to get up to go to the bathroom, and occasionally make trips to the kitchen to find something to munch on when her stomach didn't feel like it was being stomped on by some angry teenager trying to rebel against The Man), was proving to be pretty nice for Paprika. Her additional bedding had been swapped for a warmer set, the cooled down being set aside with a note ('Wash!') pinned to the top quilt.
In short, Paprika looked like she had been eaten alive by the bedding. The comforter moved, an empty asprin bottle clattering to the floor as Paprika shifted her weight and pulled the comforter off of her head to look towards the door.
"Door's open, Light." she answered, grimacing. Apparently just the thought of movement was enough for her cramps and period to start threatning to resume, with gusto. With a frustrated grunt, she threw the bedding off and stood. Wobbling as she suddenly felt light headed, Paprika caught her balance and staggered towards the bathroom. "I'll be out in a minute."