Accept Me

Chapter 6

As they neared the admission area, Killian felt a knot of apprehension tighten in his stomach. The prospect of facing his hospital stay loomed large in his mind, amplified by the clinical environment around him. Yet, Emma stepped forward, her presence a beacon of comfort amidst the uncertainty.

"We'll visit you as often as possible, Killian. You won't be alone," Emma reassured him, her voice steady despite the concern etched on her face.

Killian's heart swelled with gratitude at Emma's words, finding solace in her unwavering support. He nodded silently, meeting Nathan's gaze next. The nurse's eyes mirrored understanding and support.

"You're in good hands here."

Killian managed a weak smile, grateful for Nathan's reassuring presence amidst the clinical bustle of the hospital corridor. With a deep breath, he turned his attention to the admission area looming ahead.

As they approached, a nurse in scrubs greeted them, her demeanor brisk and efficient. "Mr. Jones, we're ready for you," she announced, her tone devoid of warmth as she checked her clipboard.

Emma squeezed Killian's hand one last time, her touch a silent reassurance. "Stay strong, Killian," she encouraged him softly. "We'll be here for you."

Killian nodded again, his voice catching slightly as he replied, "Thank you, Emma."

With a final exchange of glances, Emma stepped back reluctantly, allowing Nathan to wheel Killian towards the admission desk. The nurse led the way, her pace brisk as they navigated through the bustling hospital corridors.

Soon, they arrived at Killian's assigned hospital room. It was a stark environment, clinically clean with minimal personal touches. The nurse directed Nathan to position the wheelchair by the bed, her instructions crisp and efficient.

"Mr. Jones, we'll need to prepare you for your stay," the nurse stated matter-of-factly, her gaze sweeping over him clinically. "You'll be required to wear a diaper during your time here to manage any accidents."

Killian felt a flush of embarrassment spread across his cheeks at the nurse's matter-of-fact announcement. His sense of dignity was already fragile, and the mention of diapers only served to deepen his discomfort. He glanced at Nathan for support, but the nurse continued with clinical efficiency, oblivious to his unease.

"Let's get you changed," the nurse instructed, her tone businesslike as she began to gather supplies. She motioned for Nathan to assist, and together they maneuvered Killian from the wheelchair onto the hospital bed.

The process was carried out with a dispassionate efficiency that left Killian feeling exposed and vulnerable. The nurse unfolded the diaper with a snap, the crinkling sound echoing in the sterile room. She gestured for Nathan to lift Killian's hips while she slid the diaper underneath him.

"Raise his hips, please," the nurse directed, her voice devoid of emotion as she adjusted the diaper snugly around Killian's waist. She made no effort to conceal her actions or the implications of his medical condition, her comments and gestures clinical and detached.

"There we go," she remarked flatly, securing the tapes with efficient movements. "That should keep you from accidents."

Killian's cheeks burned with humiliation as he lay on the hospital bed, the diaper a stark reminder of his loss of control over his bodily functions. He felt like a child again, dependent on others for even the most basic aspects of his care.

athan's expression softened with empathy as he observed Killian's discomfort. He leaned in closer, his voice gentle as he addressed him. "It's okay, Killian," he reassured him quietly. "This is just temporary. It's to help manage your condition while you're here."