This needs a Doctor

In the last 24 hours, Susan has to help Gina with doors, changing her clothes, wiping her butt, and feeding her. Now she can't walk on her own? This must be some kind of disorder, like amnesia or dementia, but Gina is way too young for that. A medical opinion is needed.

Susan helps Gina into the passenger seat of the convertible, buckling her in. Susan starts to drive.

"School is the other way." Gina says.

"I'm taking you to a doctor, something is really wrong and we need actual help, not a nurse that only knows how to give ice packs and test for herpes." Susan says, taking charge.

"No. No no no!" Gina says freaking out. She isshifting in her seat and grabbing her stomach.

"What!?" Susan asks, focusing on driving.

Gina has tears falling down her face, suddenly quiet. She looks away from Susan. "I-I-I just...I just shit myself."

Clearly things were bad, thankfully with the top down Susan couldn't smell anything. Yesterday's bathroom issues, today's standing and balance issues, Gina needed her head looked at.