Miss Ogawa stops her

"You can't," Miss Ogawa replied, practically leaping past the nurse to slam the door behind her. "We don't know exactly what's going on and can't risk further contamination." She paused for a moment, looking at the nurse before adding, "do you have a phone on you?"

Kirsty looked at her in confusion. "Yes, yes I do..." She muttered, reaching into the pocket of her nurse's dress and producing her phone. "But should I really be in here if it's that bad?"

Miss Ogawa shook her head, her eyes fixing on the growing red smear on the other woman's dress, a hole appearing directly over her breast, a single nipple poking out of the hole, almost as if it was begging to be let free.

Miss Ogawa couldn't take her eyes off it, as the hole grew slowly bigger, more and more of the woman's breast becoming exposed. She was watching for science she told herself, the wetness between her own legs was purely her imagination.

Kirsty continued to stare at the woman in confusion for a moment, until she felt her dress slip. She looked down, seeing her exposed breasts and grabbed at the dress to cover herself, only resulting in shredding it faster, the fabric disintegrating in her hands and falling to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black panties. "What the hell is going on?" She demanded.

"Give me your phone!" Miss Ogawa replied, I need to make a call.