Hiding The Pain

Chapter 21

3rd POV

Hinata was always so very thankful on occasions like these for his all too commonly practiced abilities in holding absurd amounts of fluids for long periods when he's once again stuck in a situation like this. Whether it be at school, a doctors appointment (They're always late, almost certainly will take forever to get through, and not to mention the ride alone can take a horrendous amount of time depending on location, popularity, and transportation used), the rarer long distance bus or train rides (For some doctors they had to go to bigger cities, and there was no way in hell his mom was going to attempt to drive in that traffic and unknown environment with a small child and a teen who can suddenly lose control of their body for an unknown amount of time at any given time), and various other events and occasions where he was unable to run to the bathroom at anytime he wished.

Still; that doesn't mean he hadn't felt the strong need to scream for almost a full hour now, and the fact that he had felt that same feeling for much longer many times before doesn't make really him any happier about it. Despite using a few simple methods to reduce urgency and frequency there was always going to be limits and costs to it's efficiency and effectiveness. Not to mention, it has been around two hours since the just over five hour trip began. Though if he were to be honest, he could just go right ahead and say right then and there that there was no way they weren't going to take at least six and a half hours if they took their food to go food, only used a few rest stops, and the time it will take to gather the more chaotic and or reluctant to board ones. Though that would likely only happen if the traffic was very good and they faced no other delays on the road.

"Alright! We're taking a rest stop in a few minutes! Anyone who needs to go to the bathroom or just wants to stretch their legs can get off, start clearing the alley so nobody hurts themselves trying to move!" Coach Ukai made his best attempt to shout over the rowdy teenagers, desperately trying to be heard through their collective unrestrained noise levels.

Hinata felt a small amount of relief go through him, most of him was trying to refrain from opening the window, diving out, and booking it to that rest stop. Bad Hinata, he thought, you'd pass out if you tried that. Think more logically.

He knew he'd likely have to use the wheelchair his mom had given Coach for the trip if he wanted any hope of quickly getting off without collapsing and blacking out. Yet another thing he hated about traveling for long times, his blood flow always got so much worse and he could see there was a lot of discoloration in his legs and feet (He silently prayed that nobody looked at his feet as he was pretty sure they'd flip out at their currently near-gray coloring) so he'll probably have to find some way to prop them up and fix that. But that would all just have to wait as the rest stop had finally come into view.

AN: Sorry if this chapter doesn't make a ton of sense, I'm probably going to end up rewriting it. I guess this is what you get when you have temp of 102.4 but really want to work on your story for some random reason