(Yep. XD)
Mia waited in the cafeteria.
After he had left, Janette went to find Emily for the third time that day.
She was just about to knock on her door when the janitor came trotting down the stairs, panting heavily.
"Miss Janette, there's an unconscious nurse upstairs," he said hastily, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants' leg.
Janette stared at him for a split second then pushed past and hurried up the steps. "Who is it?" She asked calmly once he caught up.
"Uh, Nurse Amica, I think is what her tag said," he said. "She's lyin' on the floor of the room you sent me to," he added, once they had reached the second floor.
Janette stopped in the doorway of Mia's room and scanned the small room, quickly finding the woman, who was, in fact, quite unconscious. She knelt and checked Amica's pulse, which was slow but present.
The janitor wrung his chubby hands anxiously, waiting for the verdict. "She's alive...right?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yes, of course she is," Janette snapped. She examined Amica's head, where a large knot had formed. "Bring me a glass of water and have Nurse Amy give you a bottle of smelling salts," she told Mr. janitor guy. "If Amy asks questions, which she likely will, tell her Janette sent you."
After he had scurried out, she stood and went into the bathroom where the shattered mirror still lay.