The Accident
Beastboy has always had a small bladder and has been prone to the titans know about it! But when he starts to stress wet a whole world of secrecy and problems occur. Warning:Some speak of child abuse if this offended anyone i advise you do not read it. Poor Beastboy :(
WARNING: This story contains self harm child abuse speak and slight(if there is such a thing)anorexia paranoia and depression, this story is NOT intended to offend anyone! If any of these topics upset you PLEASE do not read this!
Beastboy's pov
Last night I had a horrible dream.
I was back in the circus and was being made to preform on the trapeze wire, when I suddenly had the urge to pee. I tired to get down but i knew if I did I'd be in big trouble and be beaten by Genesis again. It was getting quite bad and I couldn't balance properly. I was only five. I went to the other end to go down the ladder but it was gone. I heard breathing behind me. I looked to the other end of the trapeze was Genesis with her whip. But instead of trying to face her I jumped.
I woke up as I hit the ground, I screamed thinking for a second it had all been real and I was back at the circus. My face was wet where I had been crying. My face wasn't the only thing that was wet. I threw back my blanket and stared at the giant puddle that spread across my whole bed. My stomach ached and my heightened sense of smell caused the hardly smelling urine to attack my nose.
"Shit!" I yelped and jumped out of bed. I stared gathering up my sheets. Then I realized I had to go to Cyborg. I don't know how to use the washer and Cy won't tell me because he wants to know when it happens. It doesn't happen a lot, once or twice a month but I still have to tell him.
I began to cry, I hate wetting the bed or having accidents, I'm 14 and still really small for my age. The doctor said my bladder hasn't caught up with the rest of my body yet. When I was with the doom patrol one of my kidneys failed and I had to have a transfusion. My bladder has a lot of issues and I can only hold it for about an half hour. Plus I'm diabetic so, yeah my health is kind of an issue as well as my mental health. The character in the cartoon on T.V isn't anything like me, as you'll find out, my character is more like Robin.
I started to choke. I Knew Cy wouldn't yell or get mad but I was still scared. Raven might make fun of me. When she gets in a bad mood she'll take it out on me because I'm the smallest and won't say anything back due to shyness. Robin and Cy will stick up for me, I thought. She doesn't mean it but I'm a very easy target and to be honest I don't mind. Well, I pretend I don't but if it saves everyone else having to worry about Raven's mood swings I suppose it's for the best.
I froze. I'd been so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't heard the noise in the bathroom. The toilet flushed and the door revved. I turned to run, when a large hand rested on my shoulder, it wasn't hard but it was firm. I still yelped out of fright and grimaced as a little more pee dribbled from my soaked boxers and slide down my chaffing legs. The hand twisted me to face the mass the hand had belonged too. I was almost relieved, but not quite, to see Cyborg's concerned face. He opened his mouth, probably to ask why I was still awake, but looked me up and down. His eyes rested on my soaked pj's and wet sheets. The smell wasn't strong but it was obvious I'd peed. My grey pajamas were drenched in my urine, wet on my front and back.
Cyborg looked at me sadly, he pulled me in for a hug but I pushed away. He looked down questioningly.
"D-d-don't, I-I'll get you w-wet."He continued to pull me tighter into the embrace ignoring the feeble attempts to wriggle out. He cooed and shushed me until I relaxed into the hug and started to cry again, mumbling pathetic excuses and apologies.
Cyborg's POV
"Dude it's okay, just stop crying, yeah?" I said. He pulled back and tied to stop crying but only made himself worse. I knew I couldn't make him stop so I continued to hug him till he' tired himself out.
When Beeb had eventually stopped crying he pulled away and wiped his face, when i told him its okay to cry he said no it isn't. When i asked him why he didn't answer. 'odd' i thought.
I sent him for a shower and I cleaned his bed. He thanked me, though he was embarrassed of me doing, but was reluctant to go back to sleep. He got into bed anyway and pretended to sleep but as soon as I closed the door I heard stifled sobs coming from his bedroom.