Michele disappeared down a hallway, presumably to find actual clothes, and I stood there in the clinic lobby feeling lost and useless.

A different nurse with auburn hair pulled back in a tight bun approached me, "Are you alright, dear? Do you need to be examined?"

"No, I'm fine. It's not my blood." I answered honestly. "I just... is there anything I can do? Should I stay in case they need more information about what happened?"

"The doctors will want a statement from you, yes." She gestured ...