YUNGBLUD OMORASHI

Not a good day

Not a good day (13)

Dom had gotten the results from the hospital today. The doctor diagnosed him with an overactive bladder, something that was quite common he told him. Dom was shook cause he didn't expect there would be anything "wrong" with his bladder but his girlfriend had been right the whole time.
The doctor told him it might be due to stress and he honestly didn't know if that was the case. He also asked him how things were going bladder wise and now that he was alone with him anyways Dom decided he would tell him what he had been experiencing the last couple days: he constantly was feeling the urge to pee, felt like he needed to go super badly and after he went he still felt like he needed to go. On top of that it sorta hurt when he did...

The doctor told him that he would check it so he handed Dom a plastic cup to pee in.
He wasn't looking forward to peeing in it, behind the little curtain in the doctor's office but his bladder wasn't mad for this, since he quite needed to go.
It was pretty awkward when he handed the doctor the cup filled with fresh piss and he blushed a little as he did.
The doctor got some kind of sticks to put in it and it would turn a certain colour depending on if the pee was "healthy" or not. Dom watched as the doctor put the stick in his urine and saw it turning purple pretty quickly.

"Well that explains a lot." The doctor said as he put the stick aside.
"What's wrong?" Dom asked, getting nervous already.
"You have a bladder infection, sir." The doctor replied. "That explains why you've been feeling these urges but mostly where the discomfort comes from. Nothing to worry about though, I'm gonna prescribe you some antibiotics. You need to take them twice a day, for five days and you should be all better then."
He gave Dom a quick smile and then started writing down the prescription.
When he was done he handed it to Dom.
"There you go. Then I hope things will get better for you soon. If not, don't hesitate to contact me again."
Dom took the note and thanked the doctor, giving him a handshake. He then left the office and was ready to leave the hospital.

Since Halsey was away with the car, Dom had came to the hospital by bus which meant he also was going to head back home this way. He figured he still had some time left to pick up his antibiotics so he went to the pharmacy that was close by the hospital. He didn't expect that he wouldn't be the only one there. Three people were standing in front of him and the woman seemed to be very slowly. He hoped she would speed up things so he would be able to catch his bus in time...

Thankfully Dom got his antibiotics and was able to get by the bus stop just in time. The bus was pretty crowded but he found a seat all in the back. No one was sitting next to him and he hoped it would stay that way.
The bus ride home was about 30 minutes if everything went fine.
Dom tried to make himself comfortable and looked out of the window as the bus started driving.
It wasn't very long into the ride when he noticed a very familiar sensation in his bladder. He needed to pee. Oh no, not again!
Dom couldn't help sighing. He was not in the mood for this right now. His bladder was already sore from the infection and he didn't want to make it worse by holding it but he didn't have any other choice. He would have to hold it till he got home.

From the moment he had woken up, Dom knew today wouldn't be a good day and he was totally right. First the diagnosis at the hospital, then having to pee while on the bus and now they were sorta stuck in traffic which wasn't helping at all.
He tried to take his mind off his bladder but it wasn't really working. He didn't know how much time had passed but what he did know was that his bladder was filling up quickly. This was not good...
Dom squirmed in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position but no matter how he sat, he could clearly feel the pressure in his bladder and he just couldn't ignore it...

Ten more minutes passed, traffic started moving again but Dom was getting more and more nervous. He felt his bladder was weak from having this bladder infection and he knew things wouldn't turn out very good. He had a hard time sitting still and the more he thought about it, the worse he needed to go.
It wasn't until an actual wave of desperation hit him that he realized he probably wouldn't make it home dry...