Resisting the urge to look down at her too-snug pants, Jordan averted her gaze toward the flowery picture on the wall while Margaret reached in and through her shirt to un-hook leads and pulled wires through her pants, brushing once again against her soggy diaper. Jordan felt her face turning red yet one more time.
Margaret removed the glued-on sensors from Jordan’s head and face before finally announcing, “Ok Jordan, all free – go ahead and get changed, take a shower, and get ready for your day. You have your own shower right in there and as you can see, it’s early enough so you should be able to take your time. Breakfast will be here in a few minutes.”