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"Young Master, wake up."

Two days have passed since Ciel's… accident, and now he and Sebastian had to go to another big trip. To Ciel's doctor, actually.

Ciel didn't have much time to think about it, as he was trying to hide from Sebastian. He was still embarrassed about his wetting episode.

"Young Master, wake up!"

Ciel ignored Sebastian and simply covered his eyes with his hands, to protect them from the light that had gotten in the room after Sebastian opened the curtains.

Sebastian sighed. It seemed that it was going to be another one of those long, tiring, stubborn days.

"Young Master, please wake up!" the butler repeated for the third time. "Today we need to leave early."

Ciel buried his face in the pillow, now lying on his stomach. "Five more minutes," he murmured.

"Not today, Young Master. I promise you that tomorrow I will let you sleep as much as you want. But today, we need to hurry up."

Ciel slowly turned around. Now he was lying on his back, slowly pushing himself upwards.

Sebastian would normally laugh at a situation like this, seeing his master act like a snail. But now he was worried. Ciel had been complaining that his back ached for days now.

Sebastian had passed out of his master's room many times at night, and had seen that the boy wasn't sleeping, but instead was tossing and turning, probably trying to find a more convenient position. It was almost morning when he finally fell asleep, so it was totally expected that he would be still tired.

"My Lord, do you need any help?" Sebastian asked with a worried voice. He wasn't sure why he even asked, as he already knew that his stubborn master was going to refuse his help, even if he was tied upside down on a stick, if his pride was going to be damaged.

"N-No, th-thank you."

Just as he expected. But just by hearing the way his master was stammering, he knew that something was very wrong. Sebastian got ready to help him, but right the moment he moved to go closer, Ciel managed to get to a sitting position.

Sebastian reluctantly brought Ciel his breakfast. Waffles and Earl Grey tea, his favorite. When Ciel was finished with his breakfast, Sebastian helped him get dressed, and then he left him alone to get completely ready, as he took care of his other butler jobs.

What Sebastian didn't know (yet), was that Ciel didn't do his morning duties as, you see, he couldn't even get up from the bed. When he tried to get up, he hissed from pain and then fell back to the bed in a sitting position.

His back hurt so bad every time he was moving! At every single move he made, he winced in pain.

At some moment, he even thought of calling Sebastian for help, as he really needed to use the loo and was already feeling his morning tea in his bladder. After all, he didn't want it to be like the last time…

But no. He wouldn't go seeking for help. He was an English nobleman, he didn't need help from anyone.

He didn't need anyone's help… even if he couldn't move from the pain…

He didn't need anyone's help… he never did…

He didn't need anyone's help… even if he had asked help from a demon in the worst moment of his life…

He didn't need anyone's help… he didn't want anyone to see him so sensitive and fragile…

He didn't need anyone's help… even if Sebastian had seen him like that far too many times…

Oh, God. He needed help.

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Every morning, Sebastian gave Ciel enough time to go to the loo, or to do whatever else he might need to do. But just like he didn't thought that Ciel would need help getting up and moving, he didn't think that he would need some extra time today.

Instead, he gave him even less time, because when the boy got up was already eight (in the morning, of course), and at nine they were supposed to leave.

So when Sebastian got back to his master's room and found him sitting on his bed, he thought that he had already done everything he needed and then sat on his bed again, and not that he was exactly in the same place where he had left him, without having moved a single inch.

The truth was that Ciel had given up on the thought of getting up when he realized he couldn't even get off of his bed.

"Are you ready, my Lord?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Good, then we shall get downstairs; the carriage will be here in less than five minutes."

Ciel almost told him that the truth was that he wasn't ready. But he didn't, because then he would have to explain why, and then they would have to visit another doctor that pressed him right where it was hurting.

Oh, Ciel hated doctors!

While waiting for the carriage, Ciel thought again and again and again that he should tell Sebastian at least that he had not used the loo. The image of his previous accident kept coming back to his mind, making him blush from embarrassment.

But right the moment he decided that he should tell Sebastian to help him (and then order him to either forget about it or throw himself off the London bridge), the carriage came.

Tell him now, you still have time! A little voice spoke in his head while he was marching towards the carriage, and kept repeating itself until Ciel got on and sat down. Then, it stopped saying Tell him now! , it said.

It's too late now.

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The trip with the carriage wasn't that small, at least an hour, and because the horses had just wake up, it would be over one and a half hour.

And every single minute that passed, Ciel was regretting even more that he didn't tell Sebastian about his little… problem.

Not his back, Sebastian already knew about his back. His other little problem.

Not wanting to make him notice about it, he tried not to squirm at all, something that didn't help at that situation. Not that if he squirmed it would be better for over two seconds, but still.

When they finally got there and it was time to get off of the carriage, Ciel had the feeling that if he got up he would lose it all. And even if he didn't lose it all when he got up, as he thought, he lost a quite big spurt.

"My Lord, is everything alright?" asked Sebastian.

"Y-Yes, I'm fine."

That's what he said last time, Sebastian thought. And he is stammering again. Oh, well. He would force him to tell him after they were finished.

Thankfully, they didn't have to wait that much, as they were the only people there. The doctor let them in a couple of minutes after they got there.

And unluckily for Ciel, she did notice that Sebastian had given him sweets when he was trying to make him feel better. And she scolded both him and Sebastian about it.

"Young boy, if you keep eating the amount of sweets you eat now, you are going to have diabetes in the near future! You may die before you even turn twenty!"

Ciel smirked, forgetting his need for a moment, and looked at Sebastian, who was doing the same. He would most probably not be alive until the day he would turn twenty.

"And you," she looked at Sebastian, "You should be more careful and concerned for your master's health."

"Oh, I'm already doing my best, but I'll try to understand and fulfill his needs, and not only his wishes. If he lets me understand."

The doctor didn't understand that last sentence, but Ciel did, and looked embarrassed at the floor. So he knew. And if he didn't know about his need to pee at the exact moment, then he did know that something was wrong. Really wrong.

Just at the moment Ciel thought that it was finally time to leave, Sebastian said, "And also, Young Master had been complaining that his back aches for days know, and I'm very concerned about that."

Ciel wanted to hug and kill the demon at the same time. But which one should he do?

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I cannot help you on that matter. You should ask help from someone else."

Kill him. Definitely kill him.

Why?

Because that meant that they would have to spend another day like this one.

Sebastian thanked her, they paid and then left.

"We have about twenty more minutes until the carriage comes back. Do you want us to get something to eat until then?" Sebastian asked.

"N-No, I-I'm not hungry."

Stammering again, Sebastian thought.

"Are you sure? You have not eaten since the morning."

"I'm fine."

Sebastian checked if anyone was near, and then pinned Ciel against the wall. That made Ciel even more uncomfortable because, in order to keep him there, Sebastian pressed at not only his legs and stomach, but his bladder too.

"Young Master, you are most certainly not fine, and we are not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong."

"B-But I-I'm f-fine!"

"Young Master."

Ciel was going to repeat his lie again, if a three second spurt didn't come out right that moment.

"I-I n-need t-to…"

Ciel gulped. He couldn't do this. Thankfully, that moment, Sebastian understood what was wrong.

"Does Young Master need to relieve himself?"

Ciel nodded his head.

"But I you went in the morning. You should be able to hold it for a couple of hours more."

Ciel was looking at the ground, cheeks becoming hotter and hotter.

"Young Master?"

Ciel looked at Sebastian just as a spurt found its way out.

"Did you use the loo at the morning?"

"N-No…" he whispered.

"Why?"

"B-Bec-cause m-my b-back h-hurt s-s-so m-much t-t-that I-I couldn't m-move."

Ciel's stammering was becoming even worse, just like his condition.

Ciel was leaking.

And Sebastian could feel it.

And seconds later, he began peeing normally.

"G-Go away!" he ordered Sebastian.

"No, Young Master."

Ciel was going to repeat what he said, if he could. But the relief (and the embarrassment) had weakened him. If it wasn't for Sebastian who was pinning him against the wall, he would have fallen down.

The tears were falling down freely, just like the pee was coming out.

He was peeing for over two minutes when he finally stopped.

"Was that all?" Sebastian asked.

"I-I think," Ciel replied with a sob.

Sebastian sighed. "There is no reason to cry, Young Master."

"B-But I p-peed on you!"

"First, the word urinate is more appropriate for an earl like you. Second, you are just twelve. Accidents happen in your age. If you should be embarrassed about something, that should be the fact that you hid your need from me. I could have helped you from the beginning, and we would have avoided all this."

Even if Ciel didn't liked to be called little, that was the truth.

"B-But I did it on you!"

"This is not something to worry about. I'll be sure to keep quiet about this. Alright?"

"B-But both mine and yours clothes are soaked! What if someone sees us?"

Sebastian smiled and then remover his coat. Luckily, that had been the only soaked part of him.

He wrapped Ciel in his coat, in a way that it was covering completely his wet pants.

It was already time the carriage came. Thankfully, no one was at the place where Sebastian had told the driver to come, so they got in unnoticed. Sebastian told the curious driver that Ciel was cold, and that's why he had given him his coat.

While they were going home, Ciel thought that it was stupid of him to cry of something like that. Maybe he was just twelve, as Sebastian said, but Sebastian was just one servant.

Well, maybe not a normal servant, but still.

During the trip, Ciel fell asleep, making Sebastian seriously consider keeping his promise and letting the boy sleep as much as he wanted that night.

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