You woke up suddenly in what you could assume was the middle of the night, a very strong urge to pee. They hadn’t left you with a bucket or anything and you didn’t exactly want to yell for anyone. You took a deep breath before forcing yourself to sit up, you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming. You sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes before bracing yourself to stand, the second you put weight on your wounded leg it buckled, and you fell to your knees. Tears sprung to your eyes as you remained in the floor, the pain was unbearable.
“What are you doing out of bed?” John ran to your side, grabbing your arm and helping you up.
“I…had to piss…” You said while wincing in pain.
“You should have called out for someone to help you. Lay back, let me look at your stitches.
