Autistic Little Nick
Caregiver Charlie
POV CHARLIE:
Im walking over to Nicks rugby practice late, because of being busy with schoolwork and such. I hate being late to his practice. Coach spots me, and starts shuffling towards me. "Hey, coach, Everything alright?" I say nervously. "Yeah, Nelson has been acting strange since the beginning of practice!" "What do you mean, Acting weird?" *Sigh* Coach looks uncomfortable today. Especially when she's looking at the team. "Weird as in...I-I would just take a look at him." I walk closer and closer to the field and...what is he doing...?
POV NICK:
*Flashback to an hour ago*
I feel myself getting little...at rugby...this has never happened before...what I do?? I don't know...I'm starting to black out into my headspace. Hopefully I don't do anything bad...I just want Charlie.
POV CHARLIE:
I run to him worried. "You alright Nick?" "Da? Da?" Nick babbles. "Come on love let's go..." "Don't worry coach I think I may know what's happening."
*Later*
POV CHARLIE:
"Alright love, sit here ok?" Where at my place so I can do research on what's going on with Nick...I type on the search bar: "Teen babbling and acting like a child/baby" The first thing pops up is Age Regression. I look at many cites on google before I'm convinced I'm an "expert".
After some time of reading to him and watching some videos on YouTube with him, he started...crying...
WARNING!!!!! ACCIDENT MENTION!!!!!!!
POV NICK:
I started coming back from my regression once I started having one of my...uh...bathroom- uh- accidents. As I come out of it, there's Charlie...wait...FUCK CHARLIES HERE! HES SEEN HOW MUCH OF A BABY I ACTUALLY AM! SHIT! I don't know what to do so I just started crying. I never cry...usually.
POV CHARLIE:
"What's happened baby?" Nick goes redder than a lobster and runs up to my room from the kitchen. "NICK? ARE YOU ALRIGHT LOVE??" I yell worried that something has happened, so I run upstairs and come into my room to see Nicks pants soaked with...well yk.
POV NICK:
"OHMYGODOHMYGOD! NO!" I keep shrieking in my head. I'm in the corner of the room behind Charlie's drum set. I start scratching my arm as hard as I can, I don't know why but I just am. Charlie is trying to take my hand away from my arm. Then I black out again. Babe? What's wrong with me?
