Story #112: After the Accident (Part 1)

Story #112: After the Accident (Part 1) (Part 11 to the 'From Cool to Drool' storyline) (Content Tags: Messy diapers, humiliation, degradation, intelligence loss, teasing, flashbacks, medical setting, ongoing storyline) The rest of the first week back to school had been a mixed bag for Jaydyn. Jesse helped run cover for him during the classes that they shared, so that had been a big win, but other things about the week had been less pleasant. Angela was still a condescending thorn in his side, though she at least stayed 'professional' in keeping his secrets. Luke hadn't let off the gas pedal with his antics, so he'd been the bigger issue. That photo of the two of them 'hanging out' had been quite the little scandal; his 'popular and cool' friends had questioned him about it, and Jaydyn had been left with no choice but to talk Luke up as actually being a pretty cool dude himself. The faux praise came in simple terms, of course, since his shallow 'friends' were still unaware of how their prince of cool had changed. Keeping things secret had actually become easier with there being a vested interest from others to help. For Angela, it was a small part of her duties; for Jesse, it was a matter of their deep friendship; and for Luke, it was purely self-interest. He was never alone during the day to not have someone there to keep an eye out on him. Life with Logan was the same as it'd been. His brother was becoming a little more bold with his bullying behavior, but Jaydyn thought he was doing a good enough job of standing up for himself. The boy wished that his mother would be a little more proactive in subduing Logan's bratty actions, but Jadyn couldn't even truly convince her that he still had all his wits about him. Friday afternoon would actually see both boys getting pulled out of school a few hours early. Jaydyn was the one with an appointment, but it'd made more sense to just go ahead and check Logan out too, so that there wouldn't have to be yet another trip to the school. Jaydyn was going back to the hospital for a check-up on his neurological state, which would show that not much had really improved since he'd been released. Walking the pavement toward the giant building had given Jaydyn some flashbacks to the time he'd spent here. He'd been a patient for nearly two months; this had been the place where he'd had to first cope with how his life had been changed. It'd been a couple of days after the accident before he'd woken up. He didn't have any memories of the time spent between hurting himself at the skate park and waking up in that hospital bed. The last thing he'd remembered was how badly his head hurt and how he could feel himself pushing poop into his briefs without any input from his bowels. When he'd woken up, that'd been after all the hard work that went into saving his life. The damage had looked extreme at a first glance, and it wouldn't be for a few days that the prognosis would change; between the brain damage and the drugs he'd been given, he hadn't even been capable of real words that first day he woke up. From what he remembered, he had been confused. Waking up in an unfamiliar bed, with bandages around his head and with thoughts that felt extremely slow; the way he presented himself now would look genius-level compared to how he'd appeared those first couple of days. He could vaguely place that his parents had been there, but not his brother yet, and they had of course been distraught. Fading in and out of lucidity, he could also remember that a nurse had come in at some point to talk with his mother. During this time, Jaydyn was drooling heavily on himself and staring vacantly at the wall; he had started farting harder and harder, and he couldn't understand why he couldn't control it. Then he'd crapped himself for the first time, or more accurately, he'd pooped himself while awake for the first time. The hot mulch had immediately spread in all directions, since he was laying on his back, and Jaydyn could remember that he felt tremendous shame about it. He could feel it, he could smell it, and as far as he was aware, he'd just soiled the bed. Once the nurse caught wind of the foul deed, she'd peeled back his sheet and revealed to him that the bed was fine. That'd been the first time he'd seen his own diaper; with his hospital gown tugged up, the yellowed and brown-stained garment had been undeniable. He hadn't been able to communicate his embarrassment about it. He'd tried, but the words wouldn't come out the way he thought they should; he was babbling like a mindless infant, with 'poo' being the only recognizable word that he'd been able to say. Then he'd farted again and the force had been fierce enough to double the mushy mound under his butt, while snot bubbles burst from his nostrils. That original prognosis about him being as severely retarded as possible wasn't something that would change that day. It wouldn't be until the third day of conciousness that any of the doctors thought he had any retention of his former intellect. This was actually important to note too, since this early period was the first thing his parents had seen, and was likely why they still considered it to be truthful in a way. It was a bad first impression that he hadn't yet been able to shake. That third day in the hospital was when things started to become more lucid for him. His memory was stronger from that point forward, as the first two days had been mostly a haze of repeatedly crapping his pants and losing track of time. The frequent poopy accidents obviously hadn't changed at all since then, but his cognition had seen its first upswing. Instead of simply living in a dreamlike daze, he'd been able to recognize where he was and some semblance of what had happened to him. He'd been able to string together a few more words than just infantile ones describing the smelly solids he was laying in his diapers. A couple more days and he was able to form a full sentence, even if it was done at the level of a toddler. The uptick was enough to give his doctors some hope, and it was also enough to warrant another MRI to see how the recovery process was going. He'd been in too foggy a state to remember having one on the first day, and with how much discomfort was involved, he wished he couldn't remember the second. He'd been wheeled down to the room where they kept the machine, and the nurse had helped to get him inside the thing. It was a cramped, confined space. Jaydyn couldn't say he'd considered himself claustrophobic until that moment, and what made things much worse, was that his bowels began to rebel against him during the lengthy scan. It started with uncontrollable farting, and then it snowballed into the boy pushing log after mushy log into his diaper. That'd become standard, even if he was having trouble coping with it, but what wasn't standard was being trapped in a confined space with his own fumes. His humiliation had been compounded by the revelation that the foul odor didn't have the same connotation that it once did. He knew he should find the stench of his own loaded diaper repulsive, but he found himself enjoying it a *lot*. His olfactory sense had been altered by his brain damage, and he found himself loudly sniffing while stuck in the tube. What was worse was finding out that the inside of the MRI had a microphone, so that patients could let the doctor know if they were having trouble. So the entire thing had been getting blasted out of the speaker, for anyone in the room to hear; every juicy fart, every squishy splatter, and every greed huff of the fumes. His embarrassment at least came with a consolation prize, and that was the change to his prognosis. For most of the week, he'd been written off as having the most severe possible intellectual deficits, but now his doctors were seeing that things were not quite so bleak. They didn't give his family any false hopes, but they did surmise that some level of recovery would be possible. It wouldn't be until much later in his hospital stay that they'd again change his status; he'd eventually go from the 'significantly impaired' to 'mildly impaired'. That was a bit of a misstep on the hospital's part, and the consequence had been having his family suspect that the 'improvement' was suspiciously steep. Since Jaydyn had been recovering steadily, his file should have shown a more gradual shift in the estimation of his intellectual capacity. Instead, it'd gone from: 'Lowest form of retard' at the beginning, to 'significantly intellectually impaired' by the end of the first week, and finally to 'mild intellectual disability' before he was released. It was as if a slope has gone a foot off the ground and then suddenly been dwarfed by a mountain. There had to be at least some signs that the end result was correct though, if only by the way Jaydyn saw things. Sure, he still came out of the hospital as a shell of what he once was, but he'd made giant strides while there. He no longer openly drooled and snotted on himself at all moments of the day, his pantsfilling had reduced in frequency (slightly), his communication skills had seen vast improvements, and he'd even been able to start moving around on his own again! What he still hadn't come to grips with was the fact that he'd finished with the easiest parts of his recovery. Getting from being indistinguishable from a brainless short-busser to being semi-normal at a glance had been huge, but now every inch of improvement would see severely diminishing returns. It'd take much longer and a lot more work to see any level of improvement from this point forward. Hopelessly optimistic was the only way he'd been able to endure his time at the hospital, and that attitude hadn't disappeared. He'd remembered the roommate he'd gotten stuck with after the first few weeks, when he'd been moved to a less intensive room, and such an ideal had been viciously tested at every turn. His name had been Skyler and he'd been a couple of years younger than Jaydyn; he was there recovering from a more traditional illness, one that the older boy had never fully figured out. He'd seemed nice enough when he'd been brought into the room, but that was when Skyler had thought he was bunking with a boy of similar value. Jaydyn had been too ashamed to talk, so he'd pretended that he couldn't. He'd pointed to his throat, and Skyler had incorrectly assumed that Jaydyn was there because he'd gotten his tonsils out. Unfortunately for Jaydyn, that fabrication wasn't built to last much more than twenty minutes. Skyler had been yapping on about some video game that his parents had bought him for during his stay, and while Jaydyn had been nodding along, he had started to feel gas filling his diaper. It was too quiet to hear when the flatulence first started, but after several minutes of the silent toots, his worst nightmare had been realized. **FFFFRRRTTBRAAAP!** It was a fart that thundered and sputtered; it was the deafening horns of judgment day, and with it came hot mushy poop like a firehose. The sloppy mudslide had deposited half a gallon of sludge into his diaper in under three seconds, and he could feel it spreading out to every available inch that the diaper provided. Somehow, against all odds, Skyler thought he'd just ripped the biggest fart ever. Another miracle was that Jaydyn had managed to not 'tard-out' by shouting about his own poo, or drooling and blowing boogers out of his nose. He had a giant pile of steaming hot dump in his diaper and Skyler was none the wiser! The younger boy didn't get a chance to make accusations based on the lingering odor, as the nurse had come to check up on the pair. She'd first made sure that Skyler took his medicine, and then she'd come over to Jaydyn and pulled the blanket off his waist. The hospital gown covered the front of his brown-stained diaper, if just barely, but Skyler was curiously watching from the across the room to see what was going on. "Smells like someone has been very busy..." She cooed at him, treating him as the level of wit that he appeared. The front of the gown had been lifted and the stinky diaper around his waist became more obvious to Skyler; the younger boy stared at it with wide eyes. The brat had never seen a kid his age, or older for that matter, still wearing diapers! He'd also never seen a diaper get as poo-stained as that, even on a baby! "That's a diaper!" Skyler lamely announced with a pointed finger, as if the other two people in the room weren't well aware of what it was. "Yes, poor Jaydyn here had to go back to wearing diapers because of the boo-boo on his head." The nurse explained, giving the front of the crinkly undergarments a gentle pat. "He doesn't know to use the big boy potty anymore, so he has to do all his poo-poo and pee-pee in his diapee." She had been using the infantile explanation for Jaydyn's benefit, but it'd just resulted in a deeper humiliation for him. Skyler laughed a little and the nurse began to gather up some changing supplies from a nearby cabinet. The poor dummy's degradation was hardly finished at that point either. Once the woman had walked back and slid the clean diaper underneath his squishy butt, Jaydyn felt a strange gurgling in his gut; he could hardly identify what it meant at that point in time, not that it would have helped to know. As she started to put her finger on the first tape to undo it, Jaydyn let out another juicy fart into his seat and grunted stupidly from the force of the flatulence. His knees twitched and his face began to screw up like a straining infant: "MMPPHHH! MAKE P-P-POOPIE! BIG POOPIE!" He shouted, drool coursing from his open mouth like a running faucet. Another fart erupted, but died prematurely to give way to a nasty crackling sound that heralded a giant solid turd. "Uh-oh, looks like you're not done yet..." No, he very clearly was not. With one of his tapes partially peeled, his knees up, and his face growing red, there was still more to come. He clenched his fists close to his chest and a bubble of snot grew in one nostril; beads of sweat were forming on his brow from the sudden forced strain of the immense log trying to force itself out. The diaper was already swollen and stained a dirty brown from the earlier 'pudding-pants' incident, but now a more pronounced bulge was beginning to form in synchronization with the crackling sound. Skyler looked both repulsed and morbidly intrigued by the theatrical defecation of the diaper, while the nurse seemed much less affected by the sight. "Eww! He's like a big, dumb baby! Why's he in *my* room?! Put him with the other babies!" Jaydyn would never have taken that kind of lip from a smaller kid, but that'd been before he'd been broken into a mushbrain. Being in the middle of literally shitting his pants, quite loudly and profusely at that, he was in no position to show this brat some manners. Skyler's words did impact Jaydyn in that moment though, but only so much as to confuse his addled brain further. "BABY..! GO..! POO-POO!" He announced, eyes rolling back as another juicy blast vibrated his diaper and the log made its final descent. The ensuing **THWUMMP** was a sight to behold, and it had been so forceful and heavy, that it'd ripped the partially peeled tape off from his diaper. Jaydyn collapsed on his bed from the exhaustion of the bowel movement and the hot feces in his diaper squished noisily under his buttcheeks. There was a simplicity to the embarrassment he had felt; the way he'd presented himself was so lowly and exaggerated, that no further complexity was needed to understand how he felt about it. He might have hated Skyler, but Jaydyn couldn't in good faith say that he wouldn't have reacted the exact same way. If he hadn't been the 'retard' filling his diaper, but instead been the hospital roommate to one, then his own words would have been less than kind or understanding. Jaydyn had only known Skyler for twenty minutes before he'd ruined any possibility of good will between them. They'd spend the next two months in the same room, and every minute of it would be a test in resilience. As scary as leaving had been, he couldn't say that he missed his 'roommate' now, or much of the rest of the staff either. Unfortunately for him, he'd be seeing Skyler one more time while he was here. He couldn't simply take refuge in his memories for this little trip.