“It’s not good to hold it in.”
“Well, I did!” Severo snapped, probably sounding testy for the first time since he’d been drugged. “I held it until I was able to move! And I can move now. SO…get me in there and leave me be. The high-powered bidet will handle the rest.”
Move was a relative term in this situation. Severo could move, as in lift a limb slowly, but that was about it. “You can’t even hold yourself upright…”
“That’s what the back of the toilet is for.”
Seri hesitated. “You could hurt yourself.”
“I am not going to hurt myself taking a sh—” Severo growled. “—poop! And I am NOT doing it in front of you. And you are not wiping my butt.”
“Oop!” Skya giggled from her crib.
“Okay…but…if you need me, I’ll be right outside.”
“Please, don’t stand right outside the door,” Severo groaned.
“Okay, I’ll stay by the bed.”
“Let’s do this.” The man slowly lifted his arms out, face scrunching in obvious pain, which made Seri feel horrible. He had done this to the poor man.
Straightening his shoulders, he helped Severo out of bed. With the man heavily leaning on him, they started towards the bathroom. The Dweller’s breathing was labored, and each step Severo took towards the bathroom had the man gritting his teeth. Seri just did his best to not topple over under Severo’s weight.
By the time they reached the bathroom, both of them were sweating. Skya had watched the whole time, looking curious, and babbling what sounded like critiques on their movements as they went.
Holding him there by the toilet, Severo started to lean partly against the wall.
“Let’s get your pants down, and then I’ll leave you be,” Seri said as he started to reach for the front of man’s pants. But Severo moved faster than he thought he could at the moment, and blocked his hands.
“I’ve got it! Please,” the Dweller cried, his cheeks beet red.
Ah…men and their pride… “Okay.” He slowly moved his left arm out from under Severo’s and stepped away, after making sure the man remained stable. “I’ll just go then.”
He quickly left the room, closing the door behind him. Seri didn’t want the Dweller to have to support his own weight against the wall any longer than he had to.
Moving away from the door to give Severo the privacy he wanted, he eyed Skya, who was standing there still staring…but somehow had a small chocolate chip cookie in her hand.
“Where did you get that?”
Blinking cutely, she slowly hid it behind her back.
He rolled his eyes. “Got a few teeth and now you think you can eat all you want, huh?”
“Bah, Dah-Dah,” she said calmly.
“Mmhmm.” Shaking his head, he moved to the bed and sat down, waiting.He really should have been taking stool samples, but based on how the man was reacting to Seri even assisting him with going to the bathroom…he figured he’d just forget it.
When ten minutes had passed and still no Severo, Seri began to get worried. Slipping off the bed, he slowly approached the door, and then knocked. “Severo, is everything alright?”
His brow pulled when there was no answer. “Severo?!” he asked loudly in slight panic.
Seri blinked in confusion, on hearing a sigh from inside.
“Severo?”
“I’m fine,” Severo said, voice muffled through the door.
“What are you doing?” he asked. Wait…maybe he shouldn’t have asked him that…
