A Call for Help

Lauren tried to crawl over to her shirt, but as she lifted her left leg to slide it across the floor, her ankle answered with searing pain. Lauren screeched, but cover her mouth in case her neighbors heard and came to check on her. No, she had to get help from someone who didn't know her, someone who likely weight see her again. She of course needed to get to the hospital anyway, so she tagged for her phone off the table and called 911.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" The operator asked.

"I feel, and now my ankle is either sprained or broken. I can't stand up!" Lauren said.

"Calm down miss. We handle this thing all the time. Where are you?"

Lauren told the operator her name and address. The operator informed her that and ambulance would be by shortly.

"Um, could I tell you something embarrassing?" Lauren asked.

"What?"

"Well, I'm kinda...naked."

"Oh, you're one of THOSE, eh?"

"Huh?"

"Having a little too much fun B yourself, and now you're lying naked on the floor with a hurt ankle. Happens a lot. I'll make sure the EMTs know so they behave themselves."

"Thanks..." Lauren said, not quite sure if she should be relieved or petrified.

Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrives, and there's a knock on her front door. Since it's locked, either Lauren or the EMTs have to open the door. If Lauren is able, she can open it first and save them the trouble of breaking in. If they break in, her door won't be able to shut completely. Nor would the lock be of any use.