The check-ups from Eduard didn't happen, but Raivis wasn't surprised. Eduard was now going to have to take half of Raivis's daily workload on top of his own. This often happened when one of the three got sick or hurt, but Raivis still felt bad.
It was difficult to worry about that, though, because the Latvian soon found himself lost in the plot of a sappy teenage romance novel. He loved reading, and now that he couldn't walk, he actually had time to do so. After he finished the book, he recognized a twinge in his bladder. He sat up again, and the room shifted in and out of focus. Right. A concussion. He lied back down, reaching out and grabbing another book. He'd just wait until Eduard brought him dinner. It was probably around…five or six o'clock already, after all. He wasn't sure. It felt like he'd been unconscious for a long time. If it was 6 o'clock, he realized, then he hadn't gone to the bathroom for at least six hours. His need grew a bit, and he shifted on the bed, trying to focus on the book. The plot managed to hold his attention for a while, but after about another half hour, he was having a hard time keeping still. After all, everything about Raivis was little, his bladder included. The only reason he usually was able to hold so long was because he was distracted by chores, and now there was nothing but the book, which didn't help. "Eduard, please hurry…" He mumbled to himself. He wasn't desperate, but he was certainly uncomfortable, reaching down to give his member a squeeze through his pajama pants.
Eduard didn't come, though, not for another hour and a half. His hair was frazzled and his clothes wrinkled as he brought Raivis's dinner in on a tray. "Sorry I'm late. I had a lot to do." He apologized. "Can I get you anything? More painkillers? A pillow?"
Yes, please yes. I have to go to the bathroom. The words wouldn't come out of his mouth. He was too shy. "Well, um…" He finally started to say, before they both heard a set of heavy footsteps coming down the hallway.
"Eduard, you've forgotten to clean the dishes, da? Were you hoping Toris would do that too?" Ivan asked, poking his head in the room. "It would be awfully rude to make him do all of that by himself."
Eduard sighed, smiling apologetically at Raivis. "I'll be back in an hour, tops." He promised, before leaving quickly.
Ivan looked at Raivis. "It's very unfortunate that you fell down the stairs. I hope your coordination improves." He turned and left, shutting the door behind him.
No, wait, please. Raivis whined softly. An hour, tops. He could wait that long. To distract himself, he ate his dinner, though he ignored the large glass of juice that was included. He then set the tray on the nightstand, and tried to go back to reading. He wasn't supposed to move his injured leg, so he crossed the other one under it tightly. Had it been an hour yet?
It wasn't long until Raivis had a hand gripping himself at all times. The pressure in his abdomen was no longer just uncomfortable. It really hurt. He squirmed around and whined and crossed his legs, but the movement sent little pains through him and that made it worse. He was still dry, though.
Another ten minutes and a single droplet of urine forced its way out of Raivis's needy cock. Seeing as no one was around, Raivis shoved his hand down the front of his pants, gripping himself and rocking back and forth. Why wasn't Eduard back yet?! He looked around the room, not wanting to soil his bed. The room was carpeted. His trashcan was wicker. His eyes stuck on the glass of juice. He could…but he had to get rid of the juice first, which meant drinking it.
With his free hand, he reached out, grabbing the glass and slowly sitting up. He held it to his lips, gulping it down as quickly as he could, but the feeling of liquid entering him was enough to make his urethra fail a bit. A warm jet of urine leaked out, and he immediately stopped drinking, hurriedly putting the glass back on the edge of the nightstand so he could hold himself with both hands. Oh, it hurt so much. "Please…just a little longer…" He begged himself, able to feel his bladder bulging out from his thin frame. After he seemed to regain control, he reached out for the glass again, but with his clumsy hand, he managed to knock it to the ground, out of his reach. "No!" He went back to holding himself, his whole body curled around his aching abdomen. "Please...Eduard…I have to go…" He begged, feeling another spurt force its way out. There was a small wet patch on the front of his pants now.
Just then, the door opened, and it was Eduard. He looked exhausted for a minute, before his eyes widened. "R-Raivis?"
"Eduard…" He whimpered, his face going red. "Please…help me to the bathroom. I can't wait anymore!"
Eduard didn't answer, but he hurried over to the bed and managed to help Raivis into somewhat of a standing position, with the smaller's hands still down the front of his pants and his body hunched over. Slowly, Eduard managed to help him out of the room. The three of them had one shared bathroom, and it was at the end of the hall.
Raivis bounced and wriggled, with Eduard forcing him along, supporting most of his weight and mumbling small words of encouragement. Bigger and bigger spurts of urine left him, and he groaned with the effort of stopping them. About halfway there, Raivis stopped in his tracks, hunched over and bouncing around on one foot. "I can't…It hurts…" Tears ran down his cheeks.
"Raivis…your clothes are already wet." Eduard wrapped a comforting arm around him. "The floor is wood. Just…go."
The word was all he needed, and urine gushed out of Raivis's aching bladder, soaking the pajama pants and pooling around them. Eduard wanted to step away, but the younger was unable to stand on his own.
When it was all over, Raivis felt more relieved than ever, but dizzy. "I think I'm gonna…"
"No. Don't pass out." Eduard began tugging him along toward the bathroom again. "Come on. You need a bath."
Raivis stumbled a bit, and Eduard was basically dragging him into the bathroom, stripping his clothes off and setting him down in the tub, where warm water started to fill it. Raivis leaned back in the tub, relaxing and seeing the various bruises and cuts all over him for the first time. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
Eduard shook his head, gathering up the ruined clothes. "It's not your fault. I wasn't thinking." He sighed, before leaving the bathroom. He put the clothes in the wash, grabbing some towels and heading back to the hall to clean up. To his surprise, Ivan was there, and he'd noticed the puddle.
"Eduard? What happened here?" He looked up at the Estonian, his eyes daring the other to lie.
"Well…um…Raivis…he had an accident…" He looked away, feeling bad for telling but being too afraid not to. "He can't walk, and he had to wait for me to help him to the bathroom, but…" He trailed off.
Ivan chuckled. "Such a cute boy." He said, before turning and leaving.
Eduard cleaned up the mess in the hall, before going to Raivis's room. He cleaned the spilt juice and took the tray of dishes away. He changed the sheets, too, because there were a few spots where Raivis had leaked through his clothes. After getting everything cleaned up, Eduard set a bucket beside Raivis's bed, just to be safe. He then went back to the bathroom with fresh clothes for the poor boy.
First real chapter finished! Lots more Latvia wetting to come. Please suggest situations. I also take requests! Please check my profile for what I will and will not write. Also, it's now 5:30 in the AM and I have not slept. My birthday is in four days. No promises on updating this soon.
