“Yes please,” Ben was still in his nappy, he could hardly get dressed in front of them. Mike and Mr Allen slipped out of the curtain, and Ben got out of bed, the cheap hospital nappy sagging heavily between his legs. He undid the four tapes, and the nappy fell to the floor with a loud slap. There were no wipes for Ben to wipe himself clean, so with his butt-cheeks still slightly damp from the wet nappy he’d been wearing Ben pulled on a clean pair of boxers, and the clothes Mike had kindly packed him the night before. Ben balled up the nappy, but realised he didn’t know what to do with it, there was no bin in his little curtained cubicle.

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