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Was it a prank?
After hesitating for a while, I put the paper back into the magazine and walked to the bathroom.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm not okay," the woman moaned in pain. "Can you help me? My leg is cramping."
I pushed the door and it was opened directly. The hot steam gushed out.
There was a curtain between the bathroom and the toilet.
Through the glass wall, I saw the woman bending down and sitting inside. I couldn't see her face clearly,
She was still groaning, and I could feel her pain when I heard it.
"Can you throw the bathrobe to me?" she asked.
I saw the bathrobe on the table of the washbasin. I picked it up, turned my back, reached out from the open door, and handed it to her.
She took it over and made rustling sounds.
I guessed she was wiping her body.
After a while, she said, "Could you come in and help me up?"
I said, "Okay." I turned around and found that she had already wrapped herself in the bathrobe. I breathed a sigh of relief.