“Have you been to the doctor about this?” Mrs Holden piped up, “You know there are plenty of treatments available. If we spoke with your parents I’m sure we could arrange a doctors appointment for you.”
“It’s fine, thank you.” Ben said between gritted teeth, he felt like punching Mr Allen. How dare he tell all of them about this? So that they could all sit around and discuss him at great length, probably bursting into laughter when he left. He bet they liked watching him squirm with embarrassment, they didn’t want to help him at all.
“But you know with the help of the doctor you could combat your bedwetting,” Mr Allen said, “Don’t you want to give it a try?”
“I’ve been to doctors, nothing worked.” Ben said. When none of his teachers said anything he continued, “Can I go now?”
Mr Allen nodded, “Okay, but if you have any more problems about this, or anything else, my door is always open. You can speak to any one of us in confidence, okay Ben?”
Ben nodded, inwardly laughing. Confidence? Was this his idea of confidence? Discussing his problem with four others, and then cornering him in a room for the most embarrassing conversation of his life? Still, he supposed it could have been worse. They could have offered to help him change his nappy or something.
“What was that about?” Mike asked, he was waiting outside the door for Ben.
“Oh, nothing. Just wanted to make sure I was okay, like you said.” Ben lied.
“Oh right. Well me and Gabs are going to go for a bit of a walk around, do you fancy coming?”
“Yeah, sure” Ben agreed, “Just let me grab a jacket.”
“I don’t know what the point of coming all the way to London only to see a play in Stratford is,” Mike complained, “I mean we could have our pick of shows to see in London, but we have to go two-and-a-half hours away just so that we can see a stupid play in Shakespeare land. Who even liked Shakespeare anyway? I couldn’t understand half of what they were saying.”
