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Andy stopped moving, panting as he looked down at him. “Devon? Baby? What's wrong?”
Devon looked down, trying to make sense of what was going on.
“Oh gods,” he gasped.
“Dev?”
Devon swallowed hard and looked back up at Andy. “I can't feel my legs.”
“What?”
Devon panted as panic set in.
“I can't feel anything.”
Chapter 28
ANDY EASED his hand out of Devon's pants and groped the boy's legs instead. “Dev?”
Devon shook his head as tears began to collect on his eyelashes. “I can't feel it,” he gasped.
Andy looked down, pretending to watch what he was doing but really just trying to hide his expression.Gods damn it all!This couldn't be happening. Another attack? It was too soon.
He'd been right on the edge of coming, but panic had his cock deflating in record time. Andy held his breath, his whole body tense with the need for release. But he couldn't let Devon see that. He got himself under control, shoving the worry down deep, and forced on a smile. “I'm sure it'll be fine. It'll probably be over in a few minutes.”
Devon didn't look remotely convinced. He shook his head, his body trembling with worry. “I need a diaper. I can't feel anything. I don't want to have an accident.”
“Dev, it's alright–”
“No, it's not!” Devon cried. He sucked in a breath and covered his face with both hands. “I ruined the moment,” he sobbed.
Andy's heart clenched. “Baby? You didn't ruin anything. Look at me.”
Devon shook his head again, keeping his hands right where they were.
Damn it. Andy took a slow, deep breath, trying to keep himself calm for Devon's sake. At least, trying to maintain the outward appearance of calm.
Inside, he felt like he was dying.
“Alright. I'll go get you a diaper.” He paused. “Let's at least get you back in the chair.”
“No,” Devon whined. “I don't want to get it dirty.” Before Andy could argue that it could be easily cleaned, Devon added, “And what if someone comes in? I don't want anybody to know.”
Andy took another calming breath. “Alright. What do you need me to do?”
Devon squirmed. “Maybe sit me on the toilet? Just in case?”
“No,” Andy bit off, immediately picturing leaving Devon there, only for the attack to get worse. He imagined Devon falling over. Hitting his head. Suffering brain trauma. “No,” he repeated, tensing up his entire body in hopes of stopping a shudder of panic. “How about we sit you down in the shower instead?”
Devon was silent for a moment. “Alright,” he finally whispered behind his hands.
Andy quietly let out a sigh of relief, then took a moment to brace himself before he stood up. “Come on, sweet boy.” He pulled Devon into his arms. “Daddy's got you.”
He carried Devon into the washroom, stepped into the shower enclosure, and carefully set the boy on the floor with a folded towel under him. Andy leaned Devon back against the wall, bracing him in the corner so that he couldn't fall to either side. “I'll berightback, alright? I'm just going down the hall to one of the supply rooms.”
Devon nodded, staring down at his useless legs, his sweet little face pinched with humiliation.
“I'll be right back,” Andy repeated. He got up and fled the room, making sure to pull the door shut to give Devon some privacy in case someone did come to the office.
