Anonymous Sun 07 Jul 2024 02:57:44 No.67185758 Report

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>>67185653
Greene mustering up the courage to tell his parents he shat the bed

Anonymous Sun 07 Jul 2024 04:47:49 No.67188274 Report

>>67185758

>I cough and sputter. My head pounds, body aches and world swirls. I'm not just sick. I'm horrendously sick. I struggle to get up out of bed. I'm soaked in sweat and need to-
>The smell hits me and make me gag. Oh god did I-?
>A quick check reveals I have indeed. What am I, Five? I grit my teeth at this. Gotta clean up after myself along with dealing with this. I glance over to my clock to check the time. Four am.
>I retch and stand, almost teetering over as my legs refuse my commands. I stumble forward and catch on the wall. First thing's first I get out of these clothes, balling them up in my hand. I poke my head out my door and stumble down the hall into the bathroom. I chuck the stuff in the corner and feel it come up. I thankfully manage it to the toilet before hand. Acidic.
>I flush and spit a few times, still feeling the rocks hit my body. I almost fall right into the bathtub and run the hot water over my body. I feel the relaxation hit quickly. The warm comfort soothing my aching body and cleansing the filth.
>I hear a quick tap on the door. "Greene?" It's dad.
>"Yeah?" I call out, my voice hoarse and rough. It's clear I'm sick as a dog.
>"You okay?" I swallow. I most certainly am not.
>"I'm sick."
>"I can tell. You need anything?" I hesitate. Do I tell him? I'm not a goddamned child. I bite my tongue. It seems I've been thinking long enough to carry worry as he opens the door.
>There he stands in his pajama pants and tank. I look down.
>"Greene?"
>I choke up as he approaches.
>"It's okay." He leans down and strokes my head. I feel tears coming on.
>"I...I soiled the bed." I shut my eyes hard. I feel tears starting to stream out of them. I'm goddamn pathetic. I expect a lecture, a hiss of disappointment. I get nothing but another head stroke and gentle speech.
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Anonymous Sun 07 Jul 2024 04:52:30 No.67188386 Report

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>>67188274
>"Okay. I'll clean that for you. Try to feel better, okay?" I choke back sobs as he stands and approaches my clothes in the corner, gently picking them up as he does so. My arms comes up to rest on my eyes as the tears stream out.
>I try my best to relax but I start to feel the vomit rearing again. I scramble out of the water, over to the toilet and let it out again. God I eat a lot.
>I finishing retching and heaving as I feel a hand on my back.
>"It's okay. I'm here." It's mom this time. I feel her lean down and tuck a towel around me.
>"Here. I got a spot for you in the living room." Guess dad got her up.
>I stumble along with her as she supports me, just about having to drag me. There's a spot on the couch, toweled and blanketed. I'm led right there and just about collapse in. I weakly open my eyes to see mom looking down at me, worried and caring.
>I'm tucked in and mom sits near me, gently stroking me head again.
>"If you need anything just call, okay?" I muster out a groan of acknowledgement.
>She stands and moves away as I feel the exhaustion weigh. I close my eyes and manage to start to drift.

Fin

>>67188339
People asked and I figured I could pivot it from just poopoo comedy so why not?