A/N: I really, really love Brady, so he was a natural choice for this series, and is honestly totally perfect for it. Shipping bias this go around is Noire.
It was never fun having to heal everyone after a battle; having to see all the injuries and how everyone was hurting from them, and knowing that if you couldn't fix it, it could mean the end of their career. Still, Brady could say that he definitely didn't mind if half as much if it was after a battle they had won. No matter how bad the injuries were, everyone was generally in much higher spirits.
Even he was feeling pretty good. For once, he had managed to not hurt himself (too terribly) and had even struck down a few enemies without any help. He was, due to his high spirits, eager to hurry to the healing tent after the battle, beating the other healers, including his own mother.
He began seeing to patients immediately, and was pleased to see that, though the line for healings was long, almost all of the injuries were petty and no one had been seriously hurt. Though it would still take a while to get through, it was much better than having a long line full of near-death cases. Everything was going incredibly well for him, which is why he probably should have suspected something would go wrong.
~X~
When he felt the first hints of needing to pee, he ignored it completely. It was not as if he hadn't dealt with this while healing before, though it was usually closer to the end that he started to have to go. He figured that timing did not matter, and that holding it until the very end would be no problem, and then thought no more of it for a bit.
He could almost forget the growing need, but every now and then, and a sudden pang from his bladder would remind him that he had not relieved himself since before the last battle, and knew better than to let himself get dehydrated after fighting. He was going to need to go for a piss eventually, but he thought it would look pathetic to excuse himself in the middle of his duty.
After some time, he began to tap his foot in between each patient, and would shift his weight whenever he thought it would go unnoticed. He did not want to admit to himself that he was starting to get desperate, but it was impossible to deny that the pressure in his bladder was getting out of control.
He grit his teeth and tried to give a friendly smile to the next patient. As always, they looked somewhat terrified to be in his presence- and he figured it would be a bit amplified today, considering how strained his smile must look. Still, he did his job again and again, despite the looks he got and the growing urge to pee.
Before he knew it, his bladder felt swollen beyond belief, and it was all he could do to remain still for longer than five seconds. He was almost constantly squirming and praying to each and every god that no one had noticed and figured out his situation yet. He could only imagine how weak he would appear if everyone knew that he felt on the brink of wetting himself.
"Brady, are you feeling alright?" asked another patient approaching him, and he looked up to see that it was Noire. He blushed as he realized she had figured out something was off in mere seconds- had others noticed already as well?
"I-I'm fine, just a little beat from that last battle an' all," he mumbled. "So, uh, what's got ya bothered?"
"Just a sprained ankle," she said meekly. "Pretty lame, huh?"
"Trust me, I've had lamer," he replied with a chuckle that he instantly regretted as it jostled his bladder quite uncomfortably. He cringed.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"N-nothin'," he said, not meeting her eye.
"You've seemed off this whole time. Are you sure you're not hurt or something?"
"I swear, I'm fit as a fiddle, no need to worry about me," he insisted, waving a careless hand. The last thing he needed was Noire catching on and making fun of him for his predicament.
She did not look convinced, but fell silent as he set to healing her. Still, it was nearly impossible for him to keep still, and he could feel his face burning from the blush that this caused. Holding it was becoming incredibly painful, and he would have given anything to have just been able to piss already.
"I know something's wrong," Noire said after a few moments. "Please, just tell me what it is. I'm really worried, and maybe I could even help-"
"I just really gotta, uh...go," he said, dropping his voice to a low mumble by the end of the sentence. He had admitted it impulsively, trying to shut her up and also not wanting to cause her to worry. But now his secret was out in the open.
"Huh?" Noire looked confused, then recalled how tense and fidgety he had been. "O-oh, well..." She blushed and said, "Is it...really bad?"
He nodded, humiliated beyond belief. He kept his eyes trained on the ground as she looked at the long line behind her and made a sympathetic noise. Gods, could this get anymore embarrassing for him?
"Oh, Brady, are you sure we have to go get that thing over there?" she asked in an incredibly theatrical voice. He looked up at her confused. Despite him not answering, she said, "Well, if we have to, I guess we have to." With that, she began to walk off, her ankle looking like it wasn't giving her any more trouble.
He followed after her, though walking was jostling his bladder a bit too much. "What was that all about?" he asked. "What are we going to get?"
"Nothing, I just thought I could help get you out of there long enough for you to...you know, without making it obvious that that was what you were doing."
It was so humiliating, her doing all of this so he could have a piss, but he couldn't deny that he was touched by her efforts, as embarrassing as they may be. "Th-thank you," he said, as he struggled to calmly walk beside her. They could not separate until they were far enough away from the healing area, but it was taking all he had not to break off into a run to the nearest secluded spot.
His body did not seem to understand that he had to wait, though. His bladder was demanding immediate relief, and would not accept the fact that he was almost there, with just a few more minutes to wait. It contracted sharply, and he was soon doubled over, unable to continue.
"Are you alright?" asked Noire, and he would rather have died than let her see him like this.
"I-I'm fine!" he hissed, barely able to speak. A spurt escaped him and he grabbed at his crotch to try and stop this. "Okay, m-maybe not. I-I don't think I can hold it anymore!" He groaned as he tried to fight, but he had been correct. It was over for him, and though he tried to stop himself, he was already losing control.
Hot piss began to pour out of him, staining his already dark robes even darker. The stream seemed to last for an eternity, his bladder cramping as it emptied, and the relief so overwhelmingly good that it was almost easy to forget that this was a very bad thing happening.
When he was at last completely empty, he gave in to the tears that had been stinging at his eyes for a while now. He burst into an uncontrollable sob, which was almost more embarrassing than the fact that he had just wet himself in front of Noire. He was sensitive and cried often, but he hated letting anyone see that side of him.
"Go 'way," he bawled, waving a hand at her. "Go on and tell everyone how funny it was to see me piss myself like a little brat or whatever! You can even get a few laughs in before you go, just go!"
But Noire was not laughing, and she was making no move to leave. "But, Brady...I didn't...I don't...I don't think it's funny and I would never tell anyone. I'm sorry I couldn't get you out sooner."
He looked at her, surprised by her kindness, then mentally scolded himself for that. Of course she would be kind about this; it was Noire, after all. She had never been anything but kind to him. "D-d'ya really mean that?"
"Of course I do! Brady, you're one of my closest friends and I care about you so much. I would never do anything to hurt you..."
He stared at her, his heart swelling with joy from her words. He managed to dry his tears just in time to burst into sobs again, this time from how touched he was.
A/N: I really, really love Brady, and I mean. He's such a crybaby, you know he's perfect for something like this.