I was waiting on the railway platform for the train to come. The service employees weren't there yet but I was sure they would be there on time. Far at the end I saw another wheelchair user. I turned the joystick of my wheelchair and headed in that direction to meet, and tell that person I ordered service, so we would go into the train together in the compartment the service staff wants us to. As I came closer I saw it was a young woman in a manual sports wheelchair, with beautiful black curled hair, A firm chest, feminin. Her legs almost invisible tugged backwards in the footrest. She was stunning but seemed to be hiding at a corner of the platform.
"Hi, I suppose you are also waiting for the train to Amsterdam?" I said cheerfully, out of delight to meet such a beautiful young woman. But quickly I reckoned she was depressed and that she had been crying. From the puddle under her chair it came clear what caused her agony.
"Ah, I am sorry, you have become disabled recently?"
"8 Month ago. They said things would get better but now, I want the ground to swallow me up."
"I see, that's a bummer, I suppose you could need some help?"
"I am not going anywere. I wait until it is dark."
"Well, you should be careful. It is a risk to stay in wet clothes for too long. I am Marcel by the way. Incontinent of bladder and bowel, so equipped with plenty of spare diapers. I'm gonna ask the staff for the key to the disability restroom and we are gonna make sure you can go to Amsterdam with confidence.
"... But... you're gonna miss your train."
"Nah, we take the next one. They 'll understand."
The railway staff was already on the platform with a ramp looking our side. I wheeled over and explained we had an emergency and needed the restroom. They nodded and assured they would open the restroom for us. I wheeled back and as I came closer she already pushed her chair to come my way.
