ALMOST 20 min.s ago you made a request w/ your $upervisor 2 use the bathroom, only 2 b told that there was only 1 other person on the laundry list of bathroom users ahead of you, and that as soon as they returned you would be allowed 2 go.

You get sucked back in 2 the work U were doing, though it is difficult due to how badly you need to go.

Your eyes can't help but glance up at the desolate hook where the pass used 2 hang.

Unable to make any progress on your teacher-mandated activity, you instead cut your losses and switch 2 the (possibly even more strenuous) mental task of trying 2 determine who exactly it is that is blocking your passage.

The face in your mind is HAZY, but you vividly remember that they were coughing violently and smelt of Rotten Meat.

Your FRONTAL CORTEX begins churning with this new-old information, and you come to the realization that the student has to be dead.

Your near-certain suspicions receive the final drip of confirmation when the bell rings and the student is still not back.

You step out of the room and find the bathroom in question hermetically sealed with a vast web of Bright Yellow warning tape, and the sirens of several ambulances echo in the background.