Chapter 2

As soon as both boys saw each other, they started crying. They said nothing for the longest time, just looked at each other and cried. Then, at the exact same time, they spoke.

“I'm sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry about, you did nothing wrong?” Michael said.

“I was gonna kill you, I fully intended to.”

“I had it coming, I got nothing less than I deserved.” He said, and then told Nico all that he did not know about what had happened to him.

“I'm so sorry Michael, now we're both babies.”

“I'm not sorry. Look, I deserved it, I deserve it, for what I did to you, having to wear diapers 'til I'm at least eighteen is only right. I'll never complain, I'll let it be a constant reminder to me just how much words can hurt. My dad told me so often that he was bullied and how much it hurt, but I had no idea. I was just trying to be cool, but all I was being was an asshole. I never want you to feel bad for what I did, you may have been the one to hurt me, but it was my fault, and my fault alone that we're here now, and I'll wear my diapers proudly as my mark of shame, your mark of strength. I never realized just how strong you really had to have been to not have snapped a long time ago, far stronger than I would've been, had the roles been reversed.”

“I'm still sorry that you had to go through all that, and that you'll have to wear diapers now because of me, it still isn't right what I did. No, it certainly wasn't right for you to do what you did, and you did deserve punishment, but I think I went too far. I'd never willingly make someone else suffer the same thing that I've had to suffer my entire life. Granted, I don't hate the fact that I have to wear diapers either, I could wear catheters if I wanted, I just prefer the diapers. Condom catheters aren't uncomfortable, and because I have no bladder at all, they're all I need, but I still prefer my diapers.”

“You're a diaper lover, aren't you?”

“Yes, though I'll deny that to my death to anyone else but my dad, who already knows.”

“I'll never tell another soul for as long as I live, I promise you that. I have a secret to tell you though. The reason I teased you, the reason I pulled your pants down so often, the reason I was such an asshole, was because you had what I've always dreamed of. I never wanted to potty train, I wanted to keep my baby diapers. I stopped wetting the bed when I was five, I was so stupid, I should've pretended to wet, even though I wasn't, I gave up my diapers, because it was what my dad wanted. He was so proud of me, I was so miserable. I can't even tell you how often I almost started wetting the bed again, so that I could get diapers. You may need diapers, and grew to love them because it was all you knew, but I'm the real freak, I don't need them, or at least I didn't, but I wanted them so bad it hurt.” He said so ashamedly, so sullenly that his tears were pouring down, nor would he look at Nico.

“Do you honestly think that you're the only person out there that just loves diapers, even though they don't need them?”

“No. I belong to so many diaper love groups on the internet it's not even funny. I know there's lots out there, but how can I face you after teasing you so much for the one thing I wanted above all else. Truth be told, I'm never gonna have my bladder repaired, I'm keeping my thick thirsty baby diapers from now on. I should be ashamed to have to wear diapers, no self loving person would want to right, well I do, and so do you. I've known you loved diapers since I was in grade one. You came to kindergarten and everyone knew you were diapered, and you weren't ashamed of it, not like I was. I went home that very day I found out and when I went to bed, I peed my bed on purpose. My dad said nothing the next morning, and just helped me to clean it up. I couldn't make myself do it again though. I mean, I've had lots of accidents since, hell, even a few months ago I did again, but in all fairness, I'd had a lot to drink that night. My dad never says anything bad about it, just helps me to clean up.”

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe your dad knew you were a diaper lover and was trying to let you come to terms with it?”

“No, he can't possibly know.”

“Why not.”

“Because, I never let it show just how much I wanted them.”

“Bet he's searched your computer and knows.”

“God, I hope not.”

“Let me guess, that's not the only embarrassing thing on your computer, is it?”

“No.”

“I know what at least one of those other secrets is?”

“You do?” He whispered, his voice wavering.

“Yeah, and I am too.”

“Are you saying what I think you're saying?”

“I don't know. I'm not saying anything 'til you do though, so it's up to you.”

“I'm pretty sure I'm gay.”

“Yeah, well I'm certain you are, every bit as certain as I am about me too.”

“How could you know that though? I mean, I barely even know, I admit I've dreamed a bit, but, well.....”

“Because I've known I was gay since I was eight, I accepted it a long time ago. You haven't, but I can feel it from you. I have for a long time actually. It didn't hurt that every time you pulled my pants off, you had to adjust your dick.”

“I did.” He gasped, clearly it had not registered that he had done so before.

“Yeah. I don't think anyone else ever noticed though.”

“So, where do we go from here?”

“I don't know. I'm sick of being so shy and timid though. I'm sick of being bullied, I wanna be happy.”

“I'm sick of being a bully, making other people hurt because of what I want, I wanna be happy too.”

The dads left the boys for well over an hour, just letting them talk and work things out. And they did too, the boys talked and talked and talked. It was a first for both boys. Nico, of course, just had no friends, or at least no one close enough that he would talk to, and Michael rarely ever talked too much. Michael hardly ever talked, and when he did, it was not much, he was so afraid of his desires that he had stopped talking, just in case something slipped and he said the wrong thing. Now they were both talking, and they found that they actually had a surprising amount in common, and they were starting to actually like each other. Finally the dads came back, they had went and had a bite to eat and talked as well. The opening of the door caused both boys to look up and see who it was, and they stopped talking.

“Hi guys, have a good talk?” Nicolas asked.

“Yeah, we did Dad, thanks for giving us the time.”

“Yeah, what he said.” Michael said.

“Go ahead Michael, I think you need to.” Nico said, they had talked about this, but Michael was afraid.

“I know.” He said to Nico, then looked to his dad, who had come and stood by his side once again. He could not move too much yet, but he shifted as much as he could. It took a few minutes, but he finally worked up the courage to do what he had known for years he should have done.

“Dad, I'm pretty sure I'm gay.” He said so softly that his dad hardly heard him.

“I hope you're not afraid that I'd stop loving you for that?” His dad said.

“Yeah, I was.” He said, looking up.

“Did you honestly think that I didn't already know, or, at the very least, strongly suspect it?”

“Um, no.”

“Yeah, well I did. I started getting the feeling that you might be gay when you were seven, six really. I wasn't certain though 'til you were about nine.”

“But, how could you know, I don't even know, I mean, I know I've sorta dreamed things I shouldn't have, but, well, I don't know.”

“Of course you should've dreamed them you silly twit. Why do you think you did. You've spent so much time trying to suppress your feelings and not enough time trying to enjoy them that you couldn't see what so many others could. I hate to tell you this, but I think most of your friends already know as well. Though I hope you no longer call them friends.”

“No, they couldn't know, they would've bullied me for that.”

“Nah, some of them are gay as well, I was already pretty sure long before now, but when they came and visited you boys, I was certain, and Nicolas agrees.”

“Oh. That's not the worst part though, I have something else to tell you.”

“Go ahead, I'm listening, and you know, I'll never stop loving you.”

“Don't think I deserve that, but you do deserve to know the truth. I think that I've been a diaper lover since I was little. I remember not wanting to potty train, and giving up diapers when I was five was the stupidest mistake I've ever made. The reason I pulled Nico's pants down so often, was because I liked seeing him in his diapers, and I dreamed I could as well.” He said softly, ashamedly once again.

“I know.”

“What, how could you know?” He shrieked.

“Easy, first, you didn't wanna give up your diapers, it was near on impossible, but I had to try, it was for your own good. Second, when you stopped wetting the bed, I was proud of you, at least that's what I made you think, but I was shocked, I was certain that you'd keep them for as long as you could. I never said anything though, it wasn't my place, you had to decide that on your own. You still had a few accidents, I never said anything, just helped you out, made you not feel bad about it, told you it happens to the best of them and to not worry about it. Truth be told, I was surprised a hundred times that you didn't break down and ask for diapers. And last, did you honestly think that I gave you internet access without having some way to keep tabs on what you were doing. Not a chance.”

“Oh, Nico said you probably knew.”

“I did. Do you feel better now, feel like you should've told me all this years ago?”

“Yeah.”

“If you had've asked for diapers, I would've given them to you too you know. I would've tried to set some limits, but I knew you wanted to wear them all day every day, just like Nico.”

“Great, now you tell me.” He actually laughed.

“Yeah, well, there's only so much I can do, I can't tell you I know your secrets, you have to tell me, or you'd never grow. You were so afraid that I wouldn't love you, that I'd kick you out, but I'm not like that, and you know that. I told you all the time that no matter what, no matter the reason, anything you ever had to tell me, that I would always be there for you, that I would always love you. I tried paving the way for you to have what you wanted, I tried letting you know that no matter what, you could have it, but you wouldn't listen. You're so scared of who you are it's not even funny. I even tried telling you that, remember when I told you all about bullies and how they were always more afraid of the boys they bully, how they almost always had something that you want. I tried to make it as clear as possible, but as per usual, you didn't listen to my words.”

“I'm sorry, I was being incredibly stupid. At least I get diapers now, but it took the wrong things to make it happen.”

“Yes it did. Now, you two, Nicolas and I still have to work every day, they'll hopefully get you out of here within a few days, but neither of you's capable of looking after yourselves yet, so we want you two to stay together during the days. Nico has a pool, which will be really good for you both, so you're gonna stay at his house during the days. Are there any reasons that either of you think that this shouldn't happen?”

“No.” Both boys said.

“Good. You can both help each other to heal a great deal. The next several days aren't gonna be fun, and they're gonna start you both on therapy tomorrow to get you both back up and walking and using all your muscles. They figure that they should have you ready to go home in a week or less, depending upon how well you both do. Considering you've both been in comas for the exact same time, they figure you'll probably both take about the same time, though Nico, having been far stronger, will probably take less time.”

“Okay.” Both boys said.

“Good. They're gonna be delivering food here pretty quick, I'm sure you both will wanna eat some real food, you haven't had any in a long time.”

“Oh yeah.” They both groaned.

They continued to talk for the next half an hour as they waited for the food to arrive, and, when it did, it smelled like heaven to the two boys. Their dads had to feed them, but they did have the boys try and do what they could. Neither gave the boys forks yet, but they each had fruit pieces, so their dads made them try and eat them on their own, and after a few tries, they each got it, though Michael very nearly ended up feeding his eye a couple times. Nico giggled when he heard that. There was not much to eat, since neither boy would be able to eat much yet anyway, but it was good for them. They also had plenty of water and orange juice.

Just as they were finishing their lunch, a doctor walked in and asked to look over the boys. The dads said that they would leave. When the doctor went to close the curtain, both boys said to just leave it.

“Okay, who wants to go first then?”

“Him.” Both boys said as one, and started giggling.

“Well, glad to see that being in a coma for two months doesn't seem to have affected your sense of humor.”

“I never really had one before, to tell you the truth.” Michael said.

“Then maybe the coma helped you then. Well, since you spoke up most, you get to go first. How do you feel?”

“Much better, now that I ate. Before that I felt really hungry, and my whole body feels kinda numb. I don't really hurt, but I think I have a dull ache kinda all over.”

“That'll be from laying down for so long. We're gonna try and get you boys up and out of bed here pretty quick, and tomorrow you both start therapy to get you moving again. You're gonna have to learn how to walk again and, really, to use all your muscles again. You're both young though, so you should spring back pretty quick, and you were only out for two months, so, with any luck, we'll have you boys outta here in just a few days.”

“Good.” Both boys said.

“Okay, any headache or itchiness anywhere?”

“Um, no.” Michael said after a few moments of concentration.

“Good. Now, you just had lunch, were you able to do any of the work to feed yourself?”

“My dad didn't wanna give me a fork, but he made me use my hands to eat the fruit pieces, and I did pretty good, except I almost fed my eye a couple times.”

“Yeah, that happens. Your coordination will be shot for a bit as your muscles relearn things. It'll be a rough couple days for you both as you regain your abilities again, but don't let it get you down. Just remember, both of you could've just as easily died, so this'll be nothing compared to that.”

“We know.” Both boys said.

The doctor asked several more questions, checked his reflexes, tested his muscles in several areas and ways, looked into his eyes, had him do various things, and then he pronounced Michael as healthy as can be, under the circumstances. He then turned to Nico and did the exact same things on him, and half an hour later, he was done Nico, saying that he was also good.

As soon as the doctor walked out, the dads walked back in.

“So, how'd it go?” Nicolas asked.

“Good.” Both boys answered, and then said what all had been done.

“You guys could've stayed you know.” Michael said.

“We know, but one thing you don't know, is that you're getting more than old enough where Daddy doesn't have to stay with you all the time, and I know that there are times when you should do things on your own. You didn't need me here, you had to answer all the questions on your own.”

“Well, yeah, okay, but that didn't mean you had to leave.”

“I know.” He smiled.

Shortly after that, a nurse walked in pushing a wheelchair, she dropped it off, and then left and went and grabbed another one. Once she was back, she spoke.

“Okay Boys, time to get you up and moving about. Now, I don't expect that you can stand just yet, but we're gonna actually try and help you to move yourselves into your wheel chairs, and you're also gonna have to try and move yourselves as well. Currently you're in only your diapers, but I have robes here for you to put on, are either of you shy, would you like to have the curtains closed as I help you to put them on?”

“Nah, Michael's already seen me in my diaper dozens of times.” Nico grinned to Michael.

“And it's only fair that he sees me in mine.” He grinned back.

“Good. I have robes in any colour you want, as long as it's white, so which colour would you like?”

“Oh geez, that's a tough call, I think I'll go with, yeah, white, that's it.” Nico said.

“Ooh, good choice, I'll go with that too.” Michaels laughed.

“Good.” She said, and then went and grabbed a couple robes.

She went to Nico first and uncovered him, then instructed him on what to do. She grabbed his hands and helped him to turn and sit up. She had him try and hold himself up while she put the robe onto him, making sure to keep a hand nearby at all times to ensure that he did not fall.

“Okay, now for the tough part, you have to try and stand up. If your dad could come and position your robe and tie it up once I have you up, that'd be great.”

Nicolas came forward and did as he was told. Nico slipped down so that his feet touched the floor, and with the nurse holding him, he stood up. He had almost no strength at all, and the effort of trying to hold himself upright had him shaking and sweating in only a few seconds. Fortunately his dad was fast, and before too long, he was ready for his wheelchair. Nicolas brought the wheelchair over and positioned it so that Nico could sit down, and a few seconds later, he was seated.

“There you go, how does that feel?”

“Tiring, very tiring.”

“I'm sure it is. Do you hurt now though is what I wanna know?”

“Yes and no. I feel like I just ran a marathon.”

“Yes, I'm sure that's a pretty apt description of what you just did, but it's good for you. If you think that's bad, just you wait 'til tomorrow. We'll have to put you down for a few naps throughout the day I'm sure.”

“Can't wait.”

“Good. And now for you Michael.”

A few minutes later and Michael too was seated in his wheelchair, and he too felt the exact same way, though, he was happy to be out of bed too.

“Okay, your dads are to take you boys for a good long walk, go outside to the gardens and get some fresh air, heck, even go to the restaurant and get yourselves a treat, I don't wanna see you back here for at least a couple hours. Oh, and Boys, you're to wheel yourselves as much as possible. Even when you have to have your dads push you, I want you using your arms to do some of the work. The harder you push, the faster you'll recover. You're not injured, and nothing you can do will hurt you, though you'll be in pain as your muscles come back, but that's good, and to be expected. Now, go, enjoy.”

“Um, any chance that I could get some pants please, my legs are really cold now?” Michael asked.

“Actually, I could go for some as well.” Nico said.

“Sure, I should've thought about that as well, sorry. We tried keeping the circulation going as much as we could, but still, you'll get chilled a little faster right now. Be right back.”

She was back only a few seconds later with pants for both boys, and helped to put them on. She had them put their legs out as much as they could, then she put the pants on their legs, then had them stand up again, with the help of their fathers this time, and then pulled them up. She then had them sit down again, and they did, both with sighs of relief, it was almost more than it was worth to do so they both though, but at least they were now warmer.

Finally she left them to their own, and the boys were instructed to go ahead and lead the way. The boys worked themselves so that they were side by side and slowly wheeled themselves out of the room, having to go separately through the doorway, but they did well on their own, though not fast.

Their arms were getting very tired already by the time they made it to the bank of elevators, but they made it there on their own, without help. Nico looked at the directory in the elevator to see where it was that he wanted to go and pressed the button to get them to the correct floor. When they got there, they wheeled themselves right out, and both dads had to laugh when they realized that the boys were heading right to the hospital restaurant. Neither had any help, but by the time they made it there, they were both getting very tired and sore, but they did it on their own.

“You just had lunch, you can't still be hungry.” Nicolas said.

“I have two months worth of sweets to catch up on, and I intend to do so right now.”

“You wish. I suppose you could have a treat though.”

“Me too.” Michael added.

“Yes, you too.” Dwayne smiled.

The boys picked out what they wanted and the dads paid for it. They each got a large piece of pie with ice cream and a large glass of chocolate milk. They were both torn between the apple and the blueberry pie, so they each got one, saying that they would split it. The dads also got themselves some pie and ice cream, and they all went to a table and enjoyed their treat. The boys had spoons, so there was little danger of injuring themselves, and the dads told both boys that if they wanted their pie and ice cream, that they would have to eat it on their own. They took to that challenge right away, who wouldn't really, and both really enjoyed the treat. They had straws in the chocolate milk, so they were able to drink relatively easily without spilling, so that was good.

Once they were done their treats, they headed out once again and went outside to the gardens. The boys had to have some help now, because they were getting tired, so their dads pushed them, but like the nurse said, they were still doing some of the work, just not all of it now.

They wandered around in the gardens for almost two hours, talking, relaxing, walking, just enjoying the nice summer day, for it was now just the beginning of summer. By then, the boys were both nearing comatose again, only this time it was exhaustion that was causing it, and they could no longer even wheel themselves.

Once they made it to the room that the boys were staying in, the dads both went about changing their sons' diapers, having lifted them from their wheelchairs and laying them on the beds to do so. There was still a couple hours until dinner time, but the boys both admitted that they were getting very sleepy and wanted to have a nap. Both dads wished their sons a good sleep and said that they would be back just before that time to wake them up, because they did not need to sleep too much, especially considering just how much that they had slept recently.

The boys both passed out promptly and slept well, and just over two hours later, the dads came back to wake the boys up. Just as they were walking in, their dinner was being delivered. It took several minutes to do so, but finally the boys woke up.

“Did you boys have a good sleep?” Dwayne asked.

“Yeah, I think so. Boy am I tired and sore still though.” Michael said.

“Same here.” Nico said.

“I'm sure you are. After dinner we'll take you out for another treat and walk, and then we'll watch a movie together. I brought the personal DVD player, I'm sure we can all watch it, you boys will just have to share a bed to do so, and we'll sit on either side.” Nicolas said.

“Okay, that sounds pretty good, except I hope you don't plan on taking us out for so long this time, or expect us to do as much again.” Michael said.

“Actually, that's exactly what we plan on. You heard the doctor, we're to get you up and moving, you're to work, make yourself sore and tired, it won't hurt you, just make you stronger, and you need to do so, and quickly.”

“Crap, I was afraid you were gonna say that.”

“Yeah, well, you heard the doctor just as much as we did, so you know it's what we've gotta do anyway. Besides, do you really wanna take any longer to get back up and running, you've already slept for two months?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“Exactly. Now, eat up, and this time, we want you to try and do it all on your own.”

“Even the fork, you sure that's a good idea?” Michael asked fearfully.

“Even the fork. We can get you safety glasses if you'd like.” Dwayne grinned.

“That's probably not a bad idea.”

“Maybe, but I'm sure you'll be fine.”

“Honestly, right now, I'm so hungry I wouldn't even care.” Nico said.

And with that, both boys dug in. There was still not a lot there, especially for two growing boys, but, of course, their stomachs would take some time. Still, both boys were still very hungry when they finished. All the exercise that they had had earlier had built up more than a bit of an appetite, as well as not truly eating for two months did not help any either. No matter what, meal replacement does not replace a real meal. Once the boys were done, their diapers were checked, and then they were put back into their wheelchairs again, and then they headed down to the restaurant.

Both boys wanted a little more food, but both admitted that they could not eat another full meal, so they got one meal to share, ate that, and then asked for dessert as well. The dads were happy to do so, so went and got them what they wanted, this time it was brownies with ice cream. The dads had had some food at the same time, as well they had some dessert too, and when they were all done, they headed back outside.

They stayed out for a little more than an hour this time, and by the time that they decided to come back in, both boys' arms were almost dead again, though they had done markedly better than they thought they would. The dads had to push them the whole way back though. Once again their diapers were checked, and, since they were good, they were both put into the same bed, the head raised so that they were seated now, and the DVD player was set on the rolling bed tray. The boys were told to go ahead and choose the movie, Nicolas had brought thirty or so to choose from, a couple of which neither boy had seen, so they chose one of them and they got down to watching it.

The nurse had come in to check on them about half way through the movie, saw that the boys were doing okay and said she would come back later. She never did get to talk to the boys though, because just after the movie ended, the boys admitted that they were very tired once again, so their dads changed their diapers for them, put them into their separate beds, and then got ready to go.

“Now, Nico, I won't be here for the most part tomorrow, I'm gonna come after work, so you'll be on your own for most of the day. Listen to the doctors and nurses, try your best, and try not to get too discouraged to start, you know it's gonna be a bit of a rough road.”

“Okay Dad, love you, have a good night.”

“Michael, same with me, and same for you as well.”

“Oh, okay, love you Dad, have a good night.”

“You too.”

The dads left then, and the boys wished each other a good sleep, and then they passed out less than a minute later. It was just after seven the next morning when a nurse came in to wake the boys up, saying that breakfast would be in soon, and that they had to get up and ready for the day.

“Ugh, morning already.” Nico groaned.

“Afraid so. Now, up and at em. I'll come and change both your diapers after you've had breakfast. I'll also get both of you onto the toilet to try and evacuate your bowels, since there's no reason for you to do so in your diapers. Normally we'd just keep you both in catheters for urine, but your fathers both requested diapers, but that they'd do most of the work.”

“Um, any chance you have a male nurse that could come do that please?” Michael asked, blushing madly.

“Sadly, no, not in our department today. Listen, I understand, I know how uncomfortable it'll be, but I've seen everything you have hundreds of times. Not to mention, I've seen you as well, I've been one of your nurses since you both arrived, I've changed both your catheters, cleaned you both, done everything for you, so you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Not to mention, neither of you has any reason that you should be embarrassed.”

“Oh, um....” Michael stuttered, but could come up with nothing more to say.

Nico really did not care one way or the other, so he was fine.

Just then their food arrived though, and this very effectively cut off Michael's discomfort. They used the controls and sat themselves up, the nurse telling them to do everything that they could on their own and to only call if they needed help. They both managed just fine, and before too long, they were eating. They had a good sized breakfast this morning, as well as a mug of nice hot tea, they both appreciated this a great deal, and they enjoyed. Several minutes after they finished eating, the nurse came back in.

“Excellent, you're done. Do either of you have to go to the bathroom?”

“Yes.” They both answered.

“Good, and don't be shocked with what's about to happen, it's not gonna smell nice at all, and the colour and consistency is not gonna be any better. Now that you're eating proper food, and we're not feeding you via feeding tube, it'll get better, but your first couple bowel movements won't be very nice.”

“Oh.” Both boys said.

“And I'd like it if you both cleaned yourselves up as best as possible, but I'll get what you miss when I put you into fresh diapers. So, who'd like to go first.”

“Him.” Both boys said at the same time, pointing to the other.

“Yeah, that's sorta what I thought you'd both say. No matter who you are, having someone, no matter who, help you to go poop is never nice. Okay, so age before beauty, so you get to go first Michael.”

“Hey, I'm better looking than he is.”

“You wish.” Nico laughed.

“Come on you, let's get you to the bathroom, we don't want you exploding, I don't care to clean that up, or do the paperwork for it. Like, try explaining that to a parent.” She laughed.

“Yikes, no kidding.”

It took almost half an hour for Michael to be finished, and when he was, he was ash white. That was amongst the most embarrassing and vile things that he had ever experienced, and he never cared to experience it again. The nurse got Nico onto the toilet as well after removing his diaper, and then he too took almost half an hour. While he was busy, the nurse was busy cleaning Michael up better, getting him into a fresh diaper, and then into proper pants and shirt, as well as his robe. When Nico was finished, he too was revolted, but relieved as well, and then he was cleaned, diapered and dressed the same as Michael.

“There you go boys, that wasn't so bad, now was it?” She laughed, though she had hated the smell as much as the boys did, but she was used to that.

“Easy for you to say. It was more revolting than embarrassing, and that's hard for me to say.” Michael said.

“Yes, well, it'll get better, don't worry. Now, you boys are supposed to be down to the physical therapy department in less than ten minutes, so let me call them to send someone up for you and to let them know we're running a few minutes behind.”

She left and made the call, and then a few minutes later, two nurses aids came up to help the boys to where they were heading, though they did not push the boys, just helped them when needed.

As promised, the entire day was brutal. They were both incredibly exhausted by the time they were allowed to go back to their room for the night. They had only been allowed one short ten minute break every hour, and then one hour for lunch, where they were told to go ahead and sleep for a bit after they ate if they so desired, of which they most certainly did. The good news was though, that by the end of the day, both boys were able to stand up on their own and hold their balance. They could not walk quite yet, but they were on their way. They did get plenty of massages, and they even had electrodes hooked up to them in several places to stimulate their muscles, they liked both, but they were still very tired and sore by the time they were let go. They were taken back up to their room, and this time they were told that they had to wheel themselves all the way with no help, and they did.

Thankfully dinner was there and waiting for them when they got there, because they were both famished. Their dads had not yet arrived, but Dwayne arrived half way through them eating, and then Nicolas five minutes later, just as they were finishing up.

Both dads asked how their day was, but Dwayne had been told to wait 'til they were finished, they were too busy to talk. The dads were told all about their day though, and both had to laugh at the boys' bathroom experience that morning.

“So, how do you feel now then, other than tired?” Nicolas asked.

“Exhausted.” Nico said.

“Wiped.” Michael said.

“Nearly comatose again.” Nico said,

“Fatigued.” Michael said.

“Okay, we get it.” Both dads laughed.

“Yeah, can you change our diapers and then get us into bed, so that we can watch another movie or two?” Michael asked.

“Okay.” Both of them said.

They were helped into bed, the boys were side by side this time for their diaper changes, and then they were helped to turn and get seated comfortably. Once they were, the DVD player was set up again and they got down to watching a movie.

“Well, would you boys like to watch another movie?” Dwayne asked.

“Okay.” They both said.

“Good. I brought some microwave popcorn, so let me go make it and bring it back, and I also have some snacks and drinks for all of us.”

He grabbed the bag that he had brought with him and pulled out the popcorn and then headed to the kitchenette. He was back only a few minutes later, and then another movie was set up and their snacks and drinks were set out Neither boy made it to the end of the second movie though. They had had all the snacks and drinks, and then about three quarters of the way through the movie, Nico passed out, and then a few minutes later, so did Michael. The men watched the movie to the end, since they had not seen it, and then Michael was moved to his bed, both boys' diapers were changed, and then the dads gave them both kisses goodnight and left them to their well deserved sleep.

It took almost exactly a week for them to be released from the hospital, but, by then, they were both walking almost normally, they had almost full use of all their muscles, and though they still got tired very quickly, they were doing much better. Both were simply ecstatic that they were finally being released.

They had had a nice surprise one evening though, when most of the boys, who used to be Michael's friends, had stopped in. They had all contacted Dwayne to see when would be best to do so, so they all arranged to be there then. They stayed for almost an hour, all of them apologizing to Nico, and he accepted, as long as they all promised to stay as good as they said they had been.

All the nurses that the boys had gotten to know wished the boys a happy life, and told them that they never wanted to see them there ever again, the boys, for some strange reason, were okay with that. All their things were packed up, not that there was all that much really, and then the boys were gone. They both refused the wheelchairs, saying that they wanted to do it on their own, everyone was happy to let them too, even though all knew that the boys would be tired by the time they made it to the cars. It was just after breakfast.

Over the course of the week, the boys had talked a huge amount, they were always together, about the only time that they were not, was when they went to the washroom. Every test that they had to have done, so did the other anyway, so they were together then as well. Their dads had requested that this be done. They had known that the key to the boys' recovery was to do so together.

The boys almost cried, in fact, when they were taken to separate cars and had to say goodbye to each other. They knew that they were going to be seeing each other the next day anyway, but that did not matter, they had become very close.