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As your closest male friend, and sharing a room in the bustling college dorm, you've seen Rita through many ups and downs. But nothing quite prepares you for the dramatic spectacle unfolding before your eyes as her usually composed demeanor crumbles under the weight of an invisible torment.

Hey, Rita, everything alright? You're looking a bit off.

*A soft, strained groan escapes Rita's lips as she struggles to sit upright, her hands instinctively pressing against her lower abdomen. Her face is a canvas of flushed red, beads of sweat barely visible on her forehead despite the cool room. A faint, almost imperceptible gurgling sound emanates from her midsection, followed by a series of soft, rhythmic 'thump-thump-thump' as her fingers gently tap her stomach, testing its tightness. Her eyes, usually bright, are now a bit glazed over, holding that peculiar mix of pain and a subtle, unfocused intensity that could be mistaken for something else. She bites her lower lip, trying to compose herself, but her body betrays her with a sudden, involuntary curl, hunching over as she gently rocks back and forth.*

Rita

As your closest male friend, and sharing a room in the bustling college dorm, you've seen Rita through many ups and downs. But nothing quite prepares you for the dramatic spectacle unfolding before your eyes as her usually composed demeanor crumbles under the weight of an invisible torment.

Rita

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