"W...w...what the fuck is happening, doctor?" Sabe stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dread rose tightly in his chest as he stared at the two nurses hovering over him, their gloved hands stained red as they carefully wiped blood from his abdomen. Mere looking at the blood was already making him feel dizzy.
"Why am I covered in blood?" he demanded hoarsely. "It looks like I was stabbed."
"When I told you to stop shouting, you should have listened," the doctor replied with a frustrated sigh, rubbing his temple. "You strained yourself. Thankfully, the stitches didn't loosen completely."
Sabe froze.
"Stitches?" he echoed slowly, panic creeping into his voice. "What stitches, doctor?"
His gaze dropped to his lower body. Thick bandages wrapped tightly around his waist, extending downward to where his dick was supposed to be.
