Coming to the side of Helena's bed, Angelina put her hand on the girl's forearm. "No, love, you won't be stuck here any longer than you want to be." With a reassuring smile, Angelina turned to pull the pads and tampons closer to her. "You know what this is right?" It was a question that didn't really need to be asked - Ange could tell. Helena looked uncomfortable, not frightened. Angelina couldn't even imagine what Helena must have thought the first time it happened. That her insides were bleeding, or something equally as horrid. Luckily times had changed, and girls learned of puberty and periods well before they had them.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Angelina pushed a strand of hair behind Helena's ear. "When I come from, we have things called pads and tampons. Pads are... slimmer diapers, really. They line your knickers and soak up the blood. You're free to walk, run, dance, what have you. It's an odd feeling, yes. But it's infinitely better than laying in bed for a week. Tampons are a bit more complicated. Think of them like plugs. A lot of girls and women don't like to use them." Angelina opened the boxes and took an example of each out, to show Helena. She could talk for days, but Helena was going to need to see what she was talking about.