Flora's condition was improving physically, but emotionally, she was still very much in the throes of her age regression. The illness had shaken her deeply, and while the fever had long since subsided, her mind had retreated into a childlike state. She no longer had the same awareness of her surroundings, nor did she fully understand the impact of her actions. The accident from the previous days was no longer an isolated event. Flora began wetting herself more frequently, especially when she was asleep or caught in a moment of distress. It was clear that Flora's vulnerability had deepened, and so had the need for constant care and attention.---It started one evening when Flora, now sitting on the couch, played with her stuffed animals again. The soft, comforting toys gave her a sense of safety, though there was still a haze of confusion in her eyes. She looked up at the group of friends gathered around her, as if trying to remember what she was supposed to be doing next. "Flora, honey, are you okay?" Bloom asked gently, noticing the way Flora was squirming on the couch. Flora nodded quickly, though her face was flushed with discomfort. "Uh-huh... I'm fine," she said, her voice childlike and uncertain. She continued to fiddle with her stuffed bunny, squeezing it tightly.But within minutes, Flora's discomfort grew more evident. She shifted uncomfortably, and a soft, muffled sound of distress escaped her lips. Her cheeks turned pink, and she froze, suddenly aware of the wetness spreading beneath her. "Flora?" Stella's voice broke through her thoughts, laced with concern. "Flora, are you okay?"Flora looked down, her heart sinking as she felt the warmth beneath her. Her entire face flushed with embarrassment, and her hands shook as she gripped her bunny tighter, trying to pull it close to her chest, as if it could hide the truth. "I'm sorry..." Flora whispered, her voice small and full of shame. "I didn't mean to..."Stella immediately rushed to her side, kneeling down and taking Flora's trembling hands in her own. "Flora, you don't have to apologize, sweetheart. It's okay," she said, her voice soft and reassuring."I didn't mean to do it," Flora repeated, her voice barely audible, her eyes brimming with tears. "I can't stop... why is this happening to me?"Musa, who had been sitting nearby, reached over and placed a comforting hand on Flora's back. "Flora, it's not your fault," she said gently. "You're going through a lot right now. Your body is just reacting to everything that's happening. It's okay."Layla, sitting beside the couch, gave Flora a warm, empathetic look. "It's normal to feel upset about it, Flora. But it's not something you need to be ashamed of. We're here for you. We're not going anywhere."Flora's lip quivered as she looked at her friends, feeling the wave of shame wash over her. But their kind and supportive words helped to ease the sharpness of the embarrassment she felt. Her eyes softened slightly, and she let out a quiet breath."I'm sorry I'm causing so much trouble," she whispered. "I don't want to be a burden.""You're never a burden to us, Flora," Bloom said firmly, sitting next to her. "You don't have to apologize for anything. We love you just the way you are, and we'll help you through this."---After a few moments of comforting her, the Winx girls helped Flora to her feet. They didn't make her feel embarrassed or ashamed, but instead acted swiftly and lovingly, getting her cleaned up and making sure she was comfortable again.As the evening continued, Flora felt the shame linger, though she knew deep down that her friends truly cared for her. The physical accidents were becoming more frequent, and the sense of helplessness weighed on her heart. It wasn't just the wetting that bothered her—it was the fear that she was no longer in control of herself, something that had always been so important to Flora.As the night drew near, Flora had fallen asleep in the living room, her head resting on a soft pillow, surrounded by her plush toys. Her breathing was steady, but she was still in a deep regressed state, curled up like a small child in need of care and affection.---Hours later, just as the house was settling into the quiet of the night, Flora stirred. Her body shifted uncomfortably, and she woke up with a small gasp, blinking in confusion. She immediately felt the wetness beneath her, and a wave of panic hit her chest.Flora bolted upright, her wide eyes searching the room in a daze. She knew what had happened. Her body had betrayed her again."Oh no..." Flora's voice trembled as she looked down, realizing that the bed was wet. She was once again in a state of deep distress, but this time, it was much harder to ignore. Her hands trembled as she reached for the edge of the blanket, her mind trying to make sense of the situation, but the embarrassment she felt was overwhelming.---Helia, who had been staying nearby, rushed to Flora's side when he heard the distress in her voice. His heart broke as he saw her sitting there, the damp sheets around her. "Flora, it's okay," Helia said, kneeling beside her. He gently cupped her cheek, lifting her gaze to meet his. "It's okay, sweetheart. We're here."Flora's lip trembled as she met his gaze, her eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry..." she whispered, her voice full of shame. "I don't know why this is happening. I don't know how to stop it."Helia brushed a strand of hair away from her face and kissed her forehead gently. "You don't have to stop it, Flora. We're going to help you through this. You're not alone. We'll get you cleaned up, and you don't have to worry about anything."Flora nodded slowly, still shaking with the raw emotion of the moment. The tears she had been holding in finally fell, soft sobs escaping her lips.---The next morning, Flora felt utterly exhausted—physically, emotionally, and mentally. The repeated accidents were taking a toll on her spirit, and even though the Winx Club continued to reassure her, Flora couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling of being helpless and weak. She was tired of being "the strong one" for everyone else, only to feel so powerless in this situation. Her vulnerability felt like a heavy weight she couldn't shake off, and no matter how much love and support her friends showed her, she couldn't escape the feeling that she was somehow letting them down.She sat in the living room, once again surrounded by her friends, but this time, she couldn't bring herself to smile. She was too embarrassed, too caught up in the shame she had carried with her from the night before."Flora," Bloom said, sitting beside her and gently taking her hand, "I know this is really difficult for you. But you don't have to carry it alone. We're here, and we're not going anywhere."Flora's voice was small, but there was a glimmer of trust in her eyes. "I'm just so tired..." she said softly. "I'm tired of being weak, tired of feeling so little."Musa sat beside her and gently rubbed her back. "You're not weak, Flora. You're just going through something really tough, and it's okay to feel tired. You don't have to be strong all the time."Layla smiled at her, giving Flora a comforting squeeze on her shoulder. "And no matter what, we'll be here for you, helping you every step of the way."Flora looked at her friends, her heart filled with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "I don't know what I would do without all of you," she whispered.---
