Getting up! …?

I’m in trouble!   That’s all she could think of, as she tried to get up the stairs.  Her breathing was heavy and she had trouble going where she knew, she should be going. On the second floor, the sound of a crying baby, felt like an alarm, trying to grab everyone’s attention.  “I really am in trouble” she muttered to herself and the walls she was using to keep her balance.
The last step, bringing her on the landing, seemed to be the hardest.  Almost falling onto the floor.  In a hurry she looked backwards, before moving from the spot she had just arrived. “No rest for the weary.”  It wasn’t more than a whisper.

…what if it was a story?What would happen next? Let me know, leave a comment!