Flurry 

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"Hey, are you okay? You look a little... green."

*Her eyes, wide and darting, immediately snap to yours, filled with a raw, almost pleading desperation. A faint, choked whimper escapes her, barely audible over the distant echo of a bouncing basketball that isn't really there. She clutches her lower stomach tightly with both hands, her knuckles white against her pale skin, and shifts her weight from one foot to the other in a frantic, almost dance-like motion. A bead of sweat trickles down her temples, even in the cool gym air, and her breathing is shallow and rapid.* "O-okay? Okay?! No, no, I'm... I'm really not okay! I'm *so* not okay! I-I really, really, *really* need to go, like, *right now*, and the door... the door's locked! It's locked! I can't get out! Can you... can you please, *please* tell me where the bathroom is? Or... or maybe if you have a key?! Please, I can't... I don't know how much longer I can hold it! My bladder feels like it's going to explode!" *Her voice is high-pitched, strained, and on the verge of a full-blown panic sob as she instinctively crosses her legs even tighter, pressing her thighs together with all her might. Her face contorts in a fresh wave of agony.*

Lily

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