Summary: Just gotta love those chance encounters in the wrong bathrooms.
Word count: 540
Warnings: ✨ E M B A R R A S S M E N T ✨ and total 100% fluff
There are two rules to follow if you want to survive Comic Con:
1. Always pee at least 20 mins before the start of the panel
2. DON’T drink 10 bottles of soda!
If it wasn’t for your ignorance towards rule number 2, you wouldn’t be running like a mad man towards the bathrooms, your trench coat flapping in the wind. As you rounded the corner, the line for the ladies room came into view; 20 women were standing outside the door just to get in.
Oh hell no! You thought as you glanced from the ladies queue to the lineless door for the men’s room. The pressure in your stomach protested and you groaned as you ducked your head, hoping your Cas costume was convincing enough to leave your actions unnoticed.
As you ducked inside, you let out a sigh of relief before making your way towards the stalls at the far end of the bathroom. Before you even make it past the sinks, you collide with the firm chest of a man who you hope isn’t going to kick you out.
“This is the men’s room, miss.” He chuckles.
You huff, starting your verbal assault before you’ve even raised your head, “Look, mister, there’s a stupid line outside the lady’s and I ain’t waiting all day just to take a piss. So shut it and - oh, shit…”
You finally lock eyes with the wall of muscle before you, causing your heart to drop to your feet. His expression is a poor excuse for a mask to hide his evident amusement at the situation, his stupid, perfect, smirking face is inches away from your’s.
Then the realisation hits you… you’ve just told THE Jensen Ackles to “shut it”. This was social suicide, the thought of never being able to show your face again at a comic con was already bringing on a panic attack.
“Shit, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going and I shouldn’t have said that to you - of all people, it had to be you - I’ll go, I shouldn’t be in here. Excuse me!” You blundered over your words, flustered and itching to make a swift exit. At this point, any ridiculous queue would be better than embarrassing yourself further. Before you could move from your spot, Jensen placed a firm hand on your shoulder, sending you weak at the knees.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Y/N, Y/F/N.”
“Well, Y/F/N,” the sound of your name on his lips sent you into a blissful high as a dopey grin spread across your face, “your secret is safe with me, I recommend the last stall, no one ever uses them. I hope to see you at the panel in 10.” He smiled, patting you once on the shoulder before stepping past you to leave.
What just happened?
You stood, rooted to the spot from the sheer shock of the events which had unfolded. It took a good few seconds to remember where you were and how to compose yourself.
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Finally you emerged from the bathrooms with 5 minutes until the panel began; once again you found yourself racing through the halls, only this time, the desperation was riddled with pure joy.
Urinary incontinence is a common health problem among the elderly. Elderly people with this problem cannot control urination at will, and leak urine involuntarily. Urinary incontinence not only affects their daily life, but also has a negative impact on their physical and mental health.
Although urinary incontinence is a very common problem, most elderly people avoid talking about it for fear of being stereotyped, which leads to negligence on this problem.
The elderly in your family may face challenges due to loss of bladder control. This makes it difficult to do simple everyday things. Help them manage it.
