How to Survive an Explosive Decompression
In her entire life she’s never had a bathroom break that sucked this bad. Seeing the cardboard on the paper roll is one thing, plungers another, but this was a universe of other problems.
The docking procedures at the station for the new crew set to arrive had been practiced for nearly a week. When she stepped out of the command module the ship was within minutes of docking. She would be damned to greet the newbies doing a zero-gee pee dance.
As she sits there she is unaware of the thruster malfunction happening in the vacuum outside. As she shifts to adjust herself, the right side of the docking craft breaches the walls of the station, tearing it in half.
The lavatory door gives way in moments. Floating there, her suit and helmet connected to nothing, training tells her that the only chance at survival is to lower her heart rate and meditate.
She chose to think of a what blanket of live puppies would feel like and did so until she was rescued 15 record breaking minutes later.