It had been three weeks since Marija passed out in class and woke up in the hospital after being out for a couple of days, and although she had had no further incident, she had been asked to report to the school clinic for further checkups. She sat nervously in the waiting room, waiting for them to call her name. She wanted this to be over with so she could get back to the paper she was working on.

A middle aged female nurse took her back into the clinic, showed her to an exam room, and reached into a drawer and handed her a paper drop cloth, essentially a large cocktail napkin, and a large plastic bag.

"Take off all of your clothes and put them in this bag so they don't get lost. Socks, underwear, everything comes off. I'll be back in a minute to continue"

Marija did not like the emphasis the woman put on "everything", but she undressed quickly so as to be finished before the nurse returned. First her shoes, then her shirt and pants, and she was down to socks and underwear.

The floor felt cold with her socks on, she didn't like the idea of taking them off while standing on it. She took off her underwear first, then sat down on the paper-covered exam table. Crinkle! The paper crackled under her bare butt. She unfolded the drop cloth and covered herself with it.

Then, finally, she pulled off her socks and placed them in the bag, leaving her bare feet dangling in mid air. She shivered. It was still too cool in here. She was getting goosebumps.

A knock came at the door. The nurse returned, and took her temperature under her tongue with an electrical thermometer, and her blood pressure. Why, Marija wondered, did I need to be naked for this?

"Now", the nurse said, "I see we forgot to get your urine sample before you came in. Do you feel the urge to void your bladder?"

"No, not right now", said Marija, "I went while I was out on the waiting room".

"Ok then, drink some water and wait a few minutes until you need to go", said the nurse taking a paper cup from a stack near the sink and handing it to Marija. "You remember where the bathroom was. Get a sample bottle from the nurses station first!".

The busy nurse was gone again.

Marija sat sipping the water for several minutes. Eventually the urge to go returned.

She looked down for the bag with her clothes on it so she could get dressed and go to the bathroom, but it was gone. The nurse had taken it! Holy shit. And it had her cell phone in it too, so she had no way to call for assistance while sitting here in this position.

Oh well, I'll just have to wait until she comes back, Marija thought.

She waited, and waited, and the pressure on her bladder grew, she didn't think she could stand it anymore. She considered just urinating into the paper cup and pouring it down the sink.

No, she would have to go to the bathroom.. like this.

She gingerly stepped down from the exam table, a jolt running up her spine when her poor bare feet hit the cold tile floor for the first time. She was careful to keep herself covered with the paper, even though no one was observing her.

She attempted to wrap the paper around herself as best she could, it did not quite meet in the back she was afraid. She had no mirror to check it in, but she reached her hand back there and felt one edge of the paper and then the other, and a few inches of her own skin in between.

Here goes, she said, and opened the door to the hallway.

She stepped out into the hall carefully, and positioned her back against the wall, and stepped slowly sideways so as to avoid exposing her bare backside.

She inched slowly towards the nurses station, hoping maybe someone would come to bring her her clothes back before she even got there.

"Oh, hello, aren't you one of my students?", a male voice said.

It was Dr. Stephens, the teacher whose class she had passed out in. Marija admired him greatly, and was not a little attracted to him, and meeting him in this condition was about the worst thing she could imagine.

"Hi", she said, cowering against the wall, hoping he would not stop to talk to her.

But he did stop and talk to her.

"How have you been doing", he asked.

She managed some kind of answer, but it wasn't very intelligible, her mind was buzzing. Oh my god, he's talking to me, I'm standing here naked, and he's talking to me. But bottom is bare against the wall. My feet are cold.

She was red with shame. She couldn't look him in the face. She looked down at her own feet. Even they looked naked. She hid one foot behind the other. Her bladder felt like it was about to burst.

"Alright, I'll see you later", he said and walked off.

After that supremely awkward encounter, she moved faster. She got to the nurses station, and asked to have her clothes returned.

"Don't worry, we just put them in a locker, they'll be returned safe after your exam", said a different nurse, this one blonde and pretty and only a few years older the Marija herself.

"Oh.. ok, can I have a urine sample bottle, then?"

Marija took the sample bottle and headed to the bathroom. Of course it was in use. She stood outside the backroom, back flat against the wall, trying to stretch the paper over as much of her as possible.

After a few very uncomfortable moments, the door opened and someone came out.

It was.. oh god, she thought, it's a boy from class. He's going to recognize me.

"Hi, aren't you in my.."

"SOrry, no time", she rushed past him and shut the door.

...

Back in the room, Marija sat back down on the exam table and its paper crinkled under her again.

Oh fuck, she thought, I could have just ripped up some of this stuff to cover my bare..

A knock at the door.

"Come in?"

Dr. Stephens entered.

"Doctor, what do you need?", she said, cowering under the drop cloth.

"It just so happens I'm working this clinic today", he said. "Now, Marija, lets have a good look at you"