Accidents happen {Omorashi}

Chapter 5

Hi guys, 

Here is the promised second half of chapter four.

I see it as a bonus chapter, since I didn't upload anything last week.

Words: 4.7K

PS: I also feel a new idea forming for another story. I feel like a lot of writers struggle with writer's block, but I've been struggling with too many ideas—I don't know what to choose to write about next. Oops.

XOXO- ROOS

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Courtney walked down the hallway with Mr. Andrews after Mrs. Randall had said goodbye for now. Before she left, she made sure Courtney was alright, then headed off to do some principal-related work, leaving the two of them behind. So, Courtney found himself walking diagonally behind Mr. Andrews.

His cheeks were still warm with embarrassment, but he couldn't help feeling slightly relieved. Not about the accident itself, but about the fact that the teachers seemed to be understanding and weren't punishing him for it. He also couldn't help but feel a little more comfortable because of the calming presence Mr. Andrews seemed to have. It made it a bit easier for him to walk down the hall.

He was grateful for the jacket and flinched slightly when he felt a sudden hand on his shoulder. He looked up and relaxed at the sight of Mr. Andrews. The teacher had raised an eyebrow, curious about the reaction, but let it slide for now. With his hand on the boy's shoulder, he guided him toward the nurse's office, opening the door with his free hand.

Inside, a woman sat behind her desk, a nameplate in front reading "Mrs. Porter." The school nurse looked up from her desk, her eyes immediately softening when she saw Courtney and the reason for his visit.

"Oh, Courtney, come in, come in," she said kindly, standing up and gesturing toward him. "Let's get you fixed up, sweetheart."

Mr. Andrews nodded at Courtney, his voice quiet but encouraging. "Mrs. Porter will take good care of you. I'll be right outside if you need anything."

Courtney nodded, grateful for their support but also relieved to have a moment alone. He stepped into the small, cozy room, which had a faint scent of antiseptic mixed with lavender. Mrs. Porter closed the door behind him and gave him a warm smile, her gaze gentle and understanding.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," she said softly, leading him to a small bench in the corner. "This happens more often than you think. You're not the first, and you certainly won't be the last."

Courtney managed a small nod, though he still felt the sting of humiliation. Mrs. Porter rummaged through a cabinet and pulled out a fresh pair of sweatpants, handing them to him in a low, reassuring voice.

"Here you go," she said, her smile never faltering. "I'll show you to the bathroom, and you can change in there. Just take your time, and if you need anything, just call for me, okay?"

Courtney felt a wave of gratitude as he accepted the clothes. He followed her to a small, private bathroom attached to the nurse's office. It was quiet and clean, with a small sink, mirror, and soft lighting that made the space feel a bit more comforting.

Once he was alone in the bathroom, he let out a shaky breath. Setting the fresh clothes down on a small shelf, he took a moment to steady himself, his reflection staring back from the mirror. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes a little red, but he could see a glimmer of relief in his own gaze.

He took off his damp clothes, feeling the cool air against his skin. It was uncomfortable, but it also felt like shedding a layer of his shame. He folded his wet clothes as neatly as he could and placed them in a small plastic bag Mrs. Porter had provided.