[TW: Sexual harassment]
"Hm," Dr. Summers says. "That's not ideal."
Noel just rubs his temples.
"When did it stop?" she asks, shuffling through the papers on her desk to locate her tablet.
"Jade says it stopped a few minutes after I passed out." Pressing his lips together, Noel tries not to remember the drawn look on Jade's face when he delivered that information, or the curt clip of his words. "So altogether, it probably lasted about five minutes."
"But it was a lot of blood."
"Yeah. It was a lot of blood." The sheets had been unsalvageable. Noel caught sight of the ruined fabric in the trash the next morning, and even wadded into a ball, the stains were alarming. He hopes none of the staff peeked inside before taking it out.
Dr. Summers alternates between typing something on her tablet and scribbling something into a paper notebook. "And how long were you out?"
"Almost fifteen hours. And I was still tired when I woke up."
"And now?"
