Roxy tugs Hazel up.
'Come on,' says Roxy, 'she'll get you a diaper!'
'What about you?'
Hazel feels the need to pee. Again? Grabbing her messy pull-up, they continue. The corridors were abandoned by that time of day. No one, save for Roxy, can smell the pungent odor emanating from Hazel's behind. They hurry on.
The nurse leans in, trying to ingest the news Hazel and Roxy had just granted her.
'You've soiled a pull-up? Do you think you're going to have another accident? Seen as though you need protection we'd better get you a diaper. Roxy, are you all right?'