Ben had drunk a lot, and it seemed like ages before he stopped peeing. He looked down at his nappy, and his face began to glow when he saw the pale yellow wetness indicator on the front of his nappy had very noticeably turned from yellow to blue.
“I, I…” Ben couldn’t say anything, his words seemed stuck in his throat.
“Was that on purpose?” Hannah asked, giggling slightly.
Ben shook his head, blinking back tears. Hannah looked up at him, “Hey, don’t cry, I told you, it doesn’t matter, I like it. Here, that nappy doesn’t look very secure though. Let me help you. Lie down.”
“What?”
“Lie down,” Hannah repeated.
“Here?” Ben glanced around the open corridor nervously.