now lets imagine that in-scene
Im leaving the bathroom, frustrated tears blurring my vision. I need to pee so, so bad, why couldnt I just make it happen, maybe one more minute and I could have...!
oh. oh, fuck. I stumble and you catch me. Im shaking. wait, turn around, I say. wait, wait, do you have tissues or something it's coming out
I squeeze the wad of tissues to the front of my shorts and you have to hold me up, my legs have gone weak, Im biting my lip and my face is burning. the bathroom line still stretches long, and there are people milling all around us-- and Im pissing myself. I cant stop it. I just came out of the bathroom but Im pissing myself in front of everyone, and it goes on and on and on.
you put your arms around me and let me hide in your shoulder. it's all right, you say. just let it out.
