As she sat abruptly upright in the strange bed, making sure to clutch the teal chenille bedspread to her naked bosom, Dorothy could feel the lump from her on-deck mishap throbbing relentlessly. Her mind automatically turned to Frank: would he be searching the whole ship for her, frantic with worry? He would more likely be taking the opportunity to pester the pretty teenaged girl in the next cabin, she concluded, before remembering with a slight grimace the blow that had rendered his pestering days well and truly over.
Hoping now to ascertain her whereabouts, and preferring anyway not to dwell on deeds that could not be undone, Dorothy began slowly to focus on the empty cabin around her, and upon noticing a crisp nurse’s uniform hanging on the wardrobe door felt decidely relieved to know she had been taken to the ship’s infirmary. But upon closer inspection, the uniform appeared not so much to be a starchy cotton as a slightly clammy rubber. Dorothy shuddered, released a trilling yelp, and jumped away from the item as if it had come alive, unaware that the cabin door had begun to open behind her.
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