Wake up to an empty bed

After an eternity, your eyes open again. Little waves of pleasure arc up and down your body. You feel fucking awesome.

You sit up. The bed's been re-made, your gown's new and fresh, the nurse is gone. Your feelings of elation quickly turn to horror. She's woke up. Did she do something? Does she remember??

You clamber out of bed and your bare feet hit the tile floor. Now's not the time to worry about that. You have decisions to make, things to do, answers to get, and you need them preferably somewhere else.

A grocery bag in the corner catches your eye. You rip the contents apart - "Fuck yeah!" - and your clothes spill out. You hurriedly dress yourself, mumbling to yourself about options.

You could try and track Nicole down, maybe she's still working. Or you could fucking bail. Or just find someone, or something. Options options options...