The eleven-year-old walked sheepishly into the room, Marc was lying on the bed wrapped in more bandages than a mummy. The injured boy looked at his younger brother and smiled in relief.
"Thank goodness you're safe," he sighed. Tony couldn't take it and broke down crying next to Marc. All his injuries and near-death encounter and THAT'S what he was worried about, whether Tony was safe or not, Tony's the reason Marc was even in a hospital bed in the first place, Marc should hate Tony, not be worried about him. Marc moved one of his arms and placed it on Tony's head, wincing as he did so. "It's ok Tony, I'm ok." He started rubbing Tony's head in a soothing way that the boy liked, Tony continued to cry by Marc's bed.
"I'm sorry," Tony apologised, "it's my fault this happened to you."
"You can't blame yourself," Marc replied, "please don't cry, I hate seeing you sad."
"I'm sad because I almost killed you!" Tony yelled, Marc started to get a little teary eyed as well.
"I don't want you to cry, I made the choice to jump and save you, it's my fault I wasn't able to get out," both boys cried as Tony hugged his older brother, trying not to hurt him. Jerry walked in and tapped Tony on the shoulder.
"I think we should let Marc rest," Jerry suggested.
"Can Tony stay with me please?" Marc asked, "I won't be able to sleep unless he's with me." That was partially true, Marc was always unable to sleep by himself in a room when he was younger, he needed Tony to be with him in the room. When Marc was scared, like right after watching a horror movie, Tony would actually need to sleep in the same bed as Marc to get the boy to sleep. Considering all the times Marc had to protect and stand up for Tony it made the eleven-year-old happy to be the 'protective big brother'. Jerry simply nodded, he had enough of a headache trying to argue with the kids already, he didn't want to get into another one, especially when it would be a detriment to Marc's health. He had another bed brought in and situated right next to Marc, Tony climbed onto it and held Marc's hand securely, the two boys fell asleep soon after.
Tony shifted in his sleep before opening his eyes, the room stunk, that was his first thought was as least. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked at his brother, still sleeping soundly. He then realised what the smell was, urine, he quickly looked down at himself and sighed when he didn't see any wet marks on his bed or his shorts. He turned to Marc and lifted the blanket, seeing the front of his short completely soaked, being crushed probably did make your body do weird things afterwards like wetting the bed, he found it strange for Marc to wet the bed, he had never actually know a time before when Marc wet the bed, sure he knows he did, but it must have been before Tony could remember, he would have found it funny if he wasn't dripping from guilt. Marc began to turn as his eyelids slowly lifted up.
"How do you feel big bro?" Tony asked as the boy came to consciousness.
"I hurt all over," Marc replied sluggishly, "what's that feeling?" he looked under the blanket and gasped. "No, I couldn't have!"
"It's ok dude, considering you were recently crushed I don't think it's a big deal," Tony replied. Marc started to whimper and Tony jumped to his side.
"Don't cry please," Tony pleaded, "it's ok to wet the bed, I wet the bed all the time." Tony wiped the tears from Marc's eyes as the boy smiled.
"I'm afraid bed-wetting is the least of your problems," Jerry informed as he walked into the room. "While we managed to keep you stable and the WOOHP regeneration ray with have your bones healed in no time, the incident did irreversible damage to your bladder and bowels."
"Meaning?" Tony asked with a gulp.
"Meaning I won't be able to control when I use the toilet," Marc answered, tearing up again. Tony had to think fast, the last thing he wanted was for Marc to be sad, but the situation was pretty saddening.
"Hey, it's not that bad," Tony informed, "It won't bother me if you're diapered, heck, I'll even change you if you want." This didn't seem to help as Marc started to cry more.
"As if Lee didn't have enough reasons to pick on me, now I'll be the laughing stock at school and will have to quit being a spy," Marc wailed.
"I assure you your spy career is quite secure," Jerry replied, causing Marc to reduce to sobbing. "You are the brightest spy in WOOHP and one I can't afford to lose. Your predicament shouldn't pose too much of a problem. As for at school I have something that will help you." Jerry pulled out a large diaper and showed it to Marc.
"Uh, Jerry, this is exactly why Marc's going to be the laughing stock of the school," Tony informed, "Look at how bulky it is, even Marc's baggiest pants won't be able to hide it, he'll stick out like a sore thumb."
"Quite the contrary," Jerry informed, "the 'don't mess around diaper' is almost undetectable by anyone who doesn't know about it."
"So only the three of us will be able to see it if I put it on?" Marc asked.
"Not quite," Jerry replied, "it's not entirely undetectable, if you're only wearing it and someone is looking directly at you they will see it, if they only walk by you however they will think you're wearing pants. Same goes for the smell, when you..." Jerry cleared his throat, "to others who don't know about it they either won't smell it at all or think it was just someone passing wind."
"What about the diaper bulge?" Marc asked.
"The only way for someone to notice is if they were specifically looking for it," Jerry informed.
"Ok, so why does WOOHP even have something like this?" Tony asked, Jerry looked at Tony.
"Truth be told, it was made for you shortly before you joined," Jerry informed.
"Wait, what?" Tony asked shocked.
"You had a long history of diaper wearing and accidents before joining WOOHP, it was a counter measure in case you didn't outgrow that yet." Tony was ashamed and betrayed that Jerry would think he would actually need to wear diapers. Marc chuckled at his younger brother's red face, causing Tony to smile, he guessed if it made Marc laugh it was worth it.
"Thank you Jerry, but it's still embarrassing to wear a diaper, even if no one else will know," Marc informed.
"Don't worry Marc, I promise to look after you and take care of you," Marc looked at Tony, the boy was being genuine, "you've always been there for me so now it's my turn, I'll change your diaper when you need to and help you keep it a secret from the others."
"Perhaps keeping it a secret from everyone would be a bad idea," Jerry proposed, "it's not healthy and you would work better if you had more people to rely on. Then again, this is about you're personal issues and entirely up to you."
"Don't feel pressured to tell anyone if you don't want to," Tony told him. Marc smiled, he at least had Tony he would lean on for support.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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