"Are you going to be okay?" you ask her.
"Yes." she insists. "I'll be fine."
You settle into your seat and put your arm around her. She cuddles close to you as the film starts.
The movie is a typical chick-flick. Girl meets boy, girl and boy fall in love, some misunderstanding makes them split up but they ultimately get back together and live happily ever after.
When the credits finally roll you and Sarah stand up from your seats. You notice that her discomfort hs not lessened at all. If anything it's worse. "Are you okay." you ask.
She shakes her head. "My tummy is worse."
"Let's get you home." you say. Putting your arm around her and leading her out of the cinema.
You have almost reached the doors when Sarah lets out a muffled fart. She stops on the spot and gasps before turning a deep red.
"Sarah?" you ask. "What's wrong? It was just a little gas, you don't need to be embarrassed." It smells worse than 'just a little gas' but you don't think mentioning that would help at the moment.
She nods, composes herself and starts moving again. Although she now seems to be walking rather awkwardly.
"Are you okay?" you ask, Wondering if she's actually messed herself. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"
She shakes her head. "No. I just want to get home."
Your concern for Sarah overrides your concern for your car seats so you follow her out and open the passenger door for her. She lowers herself carefully onto the seat and then fastens the belt.
On the drive you notice that the smell has not dissipated at all.