Keep in mind what she said above, about going home in a few days, possibly without more surgery. What you see below is what Dr. K feels ok with letting her walk out the door with, especially as "he doesn't work weekends".
Jesus Christ, just let it go. It’s not even about “dick” anymore, she’s lying here with bombed Dresden looking crotch in her own sweat and blood, high on opioids, copium and dudebros from fellow kings.
Just amputate all this shit, save her life, fuckers. Just tell her “oh noes, there were complications, we’ve lost it, I’m so sorry” when she wake up from anaesthesia; she’ll cry but go on her life all patched up and hopefully with working blood vessels (don’t people understand how much is going on in the pelvis? So little place, so many small muscles, nerves, nerves everywhere, blood vessels that, when harmed, may leave bruise or kill you right away. And yet they - D-Doctors - do this anyway)
In dark irony, if you miss “phallo” word, it sounds creepily close to complicated pregnancy.
- I waited so long, I can’t give up on
it
- can’t hear heartbeat
- thought I was losing him
- my little guy and I
- I never have wanted this, but I love this guy so much
- he saved
its life
-
its delicate state
- I’ve checked how
it’s doing several times a day
- I go home then
it gets better
Fucking hell. It’s her who got arm, abdomen AND thigh chewed up, right? If I was her mother, I’d sudoku myself long time ago, unable to witness my child going through this. Fuck everyone who says to her “everything will be okay”, it will never be.