He looked freaked. I wondered what he saw in my bag that made him that way. Then I remembered. I had a razor, and half my cloths were bloody. Crap. "Good," I said, and grabbed the bag from him. I ran to the patient bathroom, and changed in to black booty shorts, and a neon pink shirt that had Hello Kitty on it. I walked back into my room, and laid down, covering myself with a blanket.