Bladder problems

Daniel woke up groggy, feeling uncomfortable and not immediately sure why. He shifted in place in bed, suddenly sitting straight up and wide awake when he felt the puddle under his butt.

"No fucking way," Daniel whimpered to himself, looking down at his soaked sheets and pajamas. He can't have just wet the bed. He's in college! He hadn't even had any alcohol the previous night.

Tears of shame stinging his eyes, Daniel got out of his wet pajamas and stripped his bed, shoving everything in his hamper. He paused, realizing that he couldn't put on new clothes until he was clean. Fuck. Fuck, fuck! He was screwed, unless he could get to the communal bathroom without being seen.

Daniel opened his dorm room door, peeking out into the suite living room. He would have to be fast. And lucky. Taking a deep breath, he made a break for the bathrooms.