This is my first attempt at this genre, constructive criticism is welcome.
She woke from a deep sleep, slapping her alarm clock into silence. There was something sticky on her legs. She mentally cursed, wondering how her period had come so early. She slipped gently from the bed, careful not to jostle her sleeping partner.
In the sterile light of the bathroom, she stared at her pyjama bottoms. They were soaked with blood. Her breath quickened. What kind of womb-tumor could do this? When she stepped into the shower, she did not notice the figure crouched behind her. She only felt thin metal slide delicately between her ribs like a lover’s caress.