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lostinthefairytaleWho: Brodie Bradford and Xavier Carlise
What: Reveal
Where: Xavier and Greg's estate, Westchester
When: Follows THIS
This wasn't like any hospital Brodie had ever been in. In fact, it was about 100 times better than any hotel he had been in and that included the expensive one Asher treated them to after he scored his first catwalk spot at Fashion Week. There was no nurse call button either, and Brodie sat up in the bed a little trying to see if he had dropped it. He seriously needed a pee and he was going to pee in the bed, like, ASAP, if someone didn't come to tell him where the bathroom was. It was one of those urgent needs where you were in physical pain by how much you needed to go and he would probably break out in a cold sweat soon if a toilet didn't eventuate in the next few moments.
He pushed up on his hand and looked around, but found no button. "Hello?" he called out. "Uh, nurse? Anyone? Kinda need some help in here." But even sitting up that little bit put pressure on his bladder and he made a soft squeak sound, only just fighting the urge to grab himself like he would have in grade school when he needed the bathroom this bad. He had been a bedwetter when he was a kid and he did not, under any circumstances, want to relive those memories. "These sheets look really expensive and I'm pretty sure whoever owns this hospital isn't going want them ruin. Come on! Like, stat! Or whatever it is you types say..." he added in a mumble, pushing the covers back and planning on finding the bathroom himself.
What: Reveal
Where: Xavier and Greg's estate, Westchester
When: Follows THIS
This wasn't like any hospital Brodie had ever been in. In fact, it was about 100 times better than any hotel he had been in and that included the expensive one Asher treated them to after he scored his first catwalk spot at Fashion Week. There was no nurse call button either, and Brodie sat up in the bed a little trying to see if he had dropped it. He seriously needed a pee and he was going to pee in the bed, like, ASAP, if someone didn't come to tell him where the bathroom was. It was one of those urgent needs where you were in physical pain by how much you needed to go and he would probably break out in a cold sweat soon if a toilet didn't eventuate in the next few moments.
He pushed up on his hand and looked around, but found no button. "Hello?" he called out. "Uh, nurse? Anyone? Kinda need some help in here." But even sitting up that little bit put pressure on his bladder and he made a soft squeak sound, only just fighting the urge to grab himself like he would have in grade school when he needed the bathroom this bad. He had been a bedwetter when he was a kid and he did not, under any circumstances, want to relive those memories. "These sheets look really expensive and I'm pretty sure whoever owns this hospital isn't going want them ruin. Come on! Like, stat! Or whatever it is you types say..." he added in a mumble, pushing the covers back and planning on finding the bathroom himself.
