Romans & histoires Stomach Growl

I woke up suddenly as a sharp pain shot through my stomach. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and realized it was only two in the morning. I was sweating profusely and couldn't help but clutch my stomach, the pain intense and unrelenting. I let out a soft groan, hoping to alleviate even a fraction of the discomfort, but it persisted.

My stomach growls loudly, and I whimper as I press on my belly. The last thing I ate was dinner the night before and my already thin body is screaming at me to eat again. Not that it is an uncommon practice for me. Usually I am too busy healing or I pass out from the stress of it all and never have the time to eat. But now that I am walking and coherent, my body knows it needs sustenance, and it is making sure everyone else near me knows it as well.

Grey groaned, ready to complain about his already growling stomach. "I have a stupid idea."

A sharp, stabbing pain hits me right in the stomach, and I freeze, waiting for it to go away. But it doesn’t, and the sharp pain turns into a deep cramp.

Is this him throwing some kind of tantrum? His stomach growls loudly, the sound echoing through the empty room. I stare at him in utter disbelief. He closes his eyes briefly. "...Damnit." Despite the ridiculous situation, a laugh almost sneaks out of me. "Well, look at that. Someone is clearly hungry.” “I’m… not.” Another growl rumbles from his stomach. This one sounds painful. I raise an eyebrow. "Mars." He rubs a hand slowly over his face. "...It's different."