5.2.11 [I forgot to title it- deal]

He stumbled into a dirty restroom, sweat pouring from his face, and doubled over in pain. One hand was stretched across his torso, gripping his side. The other leaned heavily against a porcelain sink, supporting as much weight as the trembling appendage would bear. Through the filthy glass in front him, he could barely make out his haggard face. He did not always look this way. There had been happier times. His jaw clenched suddenly, his mouth contorting into a grimace. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. There was only one way to end his pain. 


He needed to poop.