The nurse, an older and generally ineffectual woman, took one look at her, made a sympathetic noise, and got her some towels.
She began to dry herself with some, and then curled up in a cot under a blanket, shivering a bit, warming herself.
"Dear, I called your parents...but I couldn't get hold of them," the nurse told her. Sarah groaned. Mom was in a photo shoot and they made her turn off her cell. And her Daddy was in New York on business and wouldn't be back till the day after tomorrow.
"But...I need something to change into."
The only thing the nurse could scrounge up for her was a school t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts...and it was hardly her size. But it was dry.
"I can't be seen like this," Sarah said, sniffling. Her nose was already starting to feel stuffed, giving her voice a nasal quality. She needed to call someone, anyone to help her.
She suddenly yelped. She'd left her purse in the bathroom. It had all her things and her cell phone with all her numbers in it.
It was turning out to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
