Jon gently shook a disoriented Susan. "I need you to go take a shower," he said. "You made a mess and it is going to take a while to clean it up."
Susan looked up at him. "I did what?" She wiped the sides of her eyes.
"Not your fault...but we don't want to be late," he said. "You heard what they said last night. Try not to get any on the floor..." Susan trudged across the hall to the bathroom under Jon's watchful eye. Fortunately, most of the fluid had dried. "Hop in...I'm going to turn on the water..."
The shower hit the pajama clad Susan. It wasn't too cold or too hot, and it started to wash things down the drain. As soon as the bulk of it was out of the oversized clothes, Jon helped Susan out of them, and helped clean out her hair and scrub everything clean. "What happened to me?" Susan insisted, a bit shrilly.
"You shrunk...but don't worry, you are perfectly fine," Jon said, getting a towel and drying Susan off before getting her dressed into a fresh outfit, which seemed to fit her, and combing her hair neatly.
"I can do that myself..." Susan insisted.
"Well, considering what happened to you overnight, I didn't want to take any chances. Do you feel sick? Are you hungry?"
