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~Zoe~ “It’s nothing serious for you to worry yourself about. It’s just a bandage from the cuts you got from the stairs. You bled a lot through your thin shirt, so we had you treated and changed into a hospital gown”, the doctor explained. Okay, that added up. I remember falling down the stairs, so it wasn’t a surprise that I was injured. That didn’t, however, explain the puffiness that I could feel in my panties like I was wearing diapers. “But why do I have diapers on?” As I waited for her to give me an explanation, my eyes widened as mortification bled into my reverie. “Did I wet the bed?” I asked in a small child-like voice. If I had wet the bed as I thought, it would be better for the ground to open up and swallow me. I wasn’t a child that I wouldn’t be able to control my bladder,