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The Night Shift - Part 3 Original Author – Tatiana, edited by DaddyRich Thirsty Kirsty sang the ditty in her mind as she drained the tea (stewed as per hospital regulations, she thought). Pushing the table way and sprawling on her front again, she felt again the wet mess she had made. "Think" she told herself. In the cold revelation of morning with the routines of meals and charts underway she could scarcely believe she had consented to Paul treating her like this. "You wet your bed, you lie in it" she muttered. A practical solution had gone too far - she felt a twinge of paranoia, that the nurses were having their little joke on little Kirsty. She willed Barbara to return, sort her out and she could forget it all. She began to stretch her cramped muscles. "I need to get up" she thought. "Bathroom!" Sliding gingerly off the bed, the thick messy diapers sticking to her, she made her away around to the bathroom door. Standing, she was aware that she had to pee again. Determined to hold until reaching the bathroom, she staggered forward, the elastic cuffs and snug tapes impeding her gait. The door had been locked. There was another bathroom down the passage. Her clothes were in the laundry room. It was a choice of staying in her room, meekly sitting in her diaper, or braving the barely thinkable - to make her slow way to the main bathroom, bulging plastic pants for all to see. Not really expecting the First Lady to drop by that day, she made for the door, limbs loosening with the exercise. She needed to pee like yesterday. Tugging her t-shirt down and peering around the corner, her heart sank. The nurses station. "Can't stop me" she reasoned. "Tried it, worked fine, then went a bit far." Stepping out, the tell-tale crackle of all her plastic gave her away. Barbara looked up, put down her pen and came over. "Nice to see you up" she said, taking her by the hand. "Barbara, this is all wrong. I want the bathroom. I smell, and I feel like a freak." "No you don't" replied Barbara as she escorted Kirsty, not too roughly, back into the room. "Let's see if I can explain. Some control freak says I can't even clean myself" said Kirsty up on all fours onto the bed. "It was a bit rotten of Paul to diaper you after an enema" said Barbara, absently searching her pockets. "But consider the situation a bit more objectively. You lay in a soaking diaper for hours and didn't tear the place down. If Paul hadn't diapered you, you would have messed the bed." "I expected to be able to deal with it myself" said Kirsty. Barbara went to the window. "You've been here before. We have all your notes. You live alone, you work there, doing well, but we notice things. No one visits, the rare call, maybe. We are not only trying to manage your incontinence but address the real issues of what will make you feel secure, safer, cared for - happier." "Barbara, you crazy nurses think that self-actualization is achieved by sitting in a filthy diaper for hours?" Kirsty congratulated herself on that one. Barbara gave up her absent-minded pocket search and came back over to the bed. "The deal is this. Paul wrote it down in a care plan for you, and you can read it later. Give this a chance. Don't think ahead just yet, but use this opportunity to discover some important things about yourself. Ok?" She left abruptly. Trying to follow her, about to ask Barbara what the hell, Kirsty half rose and wet herself uncontrollably. Impassively, she checked for leaks - none. Back on the bed, she looked at herself as the hot pee squelched inside and across her skin. Pushing up her pillows, she slowly and with great deliberation sat upright in her own mess. Barbara returned and raised an eyebrow. Kirsty flicked on the TV remote. "Can't wait for the Attends commercial" she quipped. "Gave yourself away, you did" said Barbara, shaking down a thermometer. "You objected to the stinging of the enema fluid. That's like saying, oh, I don’t know that two people can't have sex because they have no bed. Anyway, I'll give you a bath later. You'll like that." After she'd gone, Kirsty slid back onto her tummy. Her bowels cramped again, and she emptied easily, the firmer stool pushing its way into the diaper. Her stiff knees were paining her, and she felt suddenly very sleepy. She took her meds and drifted peacefully to sleep once more.
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