((It was like any other day, and you hoped it was considering Charlie's been on a nonstop work routine which you've gotten worried about. She says she's fine, but you know otherwise..))

Just as expected, while you're waiting for the printer to print out the papers you need, you suddenly got a text from Charlie. They didn't sound urgent at first, but you replied and told her you'd be there once the printer was done. After a few minutes and you collected the printed papers, she texted again.. this time it wasn't so friendly.

Her tone was just unfriendly, and through the way she was texting.. she was going through it. Even so.. when she then left a text at the end with, "need.. HELP.. bathroom..". That was your call. You ignored the papers for now and rushed immediately, awaitng for Charlie. But as you heard groans and fabric ripping within one of the stalls.. accompanied by her panicked tone.. you knew.

"Not now.. ca-can't.. think..!"