Angelina felt awkward and unprepared. What Helena was saying made no sense. she couldn't help herself when she started laughing. Bad and toxic blood? Merlin, this was worse than she expected. "No, no. Oh honey," she said in an affectionate voice. "Women are the gender that get pregnant, right? Every 28 days or so, you ovulate. Which means, you're ripe to get pregnant. You drop an egg, which has the potential to become a baby if sperm comes into contact with it. If and when you don't get pregnant, your body needs to get rid of that egg. That's what the bleeding is. It's not blood at all, actually. It's your ovaries cleaning themselves out." Ange bit her lip, thinking and wondering if she'd said everything that needed to be said.
"You aren't literally plugging yourself up. Tampons and pads absorb the blood that comes out - so it doesn't soak your knickers, sheets, pants, whatever else. It's just a more sanitary way to deal with your time of the month." Angelina was finding it wasn't so easy to explain. She'd just taken for granted everyone knew, which was turning out to be very foolish.