<strong>"Obeh heah,"</strong>came the stuffy, pitiful sounding reply.  Elizabeth had shut herself up in a stall, but threw the latch when she heard Vivian's voice.  She sat on the seat, face already swollen so much her eyes were puffy little slits and it looked like she'd gone positively medieval with the blood.  It was all down her face and chin, on her dress, on her shoes, on the floor and bloody handprints were decoupaged with toilet paper where she'd tried to stop it.  When she saw Vivian, Elizabeth burst into tears and stood up, helplessly reaching out towards her friend but afraid of touching her.  "It hurts so much, Viv," she sobbed.<br/><br/>Did she mean the nose, or the date?<br/><br/>