Subject 404

Chapter 8

>> needles & quite the sexuality <<
  
   
   
    
   
   
 
    

   
Dream's POV;
  
I entered the hospital with George in my arms, rushing to the doctor.

"Doctor! He passed out!" I yelled out and sprinted to the bed. He looked at me, slight shock in his eyes, but he kept calm.

I laid George down and let the man do his work. In a while he was slowly opening his puffy eyes, looking around like a pup in new territory.

The doctor asked me to leave, because George asked him if he could check on him. I didn't have a problem with that, but still the little tingly feeling at the back of my neck was telling me he's gonna escape. I had to stick around.

As I was leaving, I hid behind a corner and listened carefully to the whispers that were going on. To my surprise, he didn't say anything about a necessary escape, nor a signal that he has to get out. Maybe he fell for me.

It was oddly quiet now. I leaned to the side and peeked in, oh lord.

Quickly retreating back, I covered my mouth, panted and blushed. The sight woke up my senses again and I pretty much realised how desperate I am. That man was checking his privacy just like that again, goddamn..

I quietly knocked on the door, standing in front of the door by now to not look creepy. The doc covered him with a blanket and went to open for me.

"What's the matter?" he asked, still holding onto the door handle.

"I feel like I have a slight problem.. can we try to do something about it perhaps?"

"Of course, George is just gonna rest on the bed while we examine you. Let's go."
 
  
   
   
   
  
    
    
    
    
   
  
   
   
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It was a liiiittle embarassing to go through the very beginning of this problem. Luckily these doctors are trained to not be such perverts or anything. It's always like this whenever you have problems....with manhood.

I was still quite embarassed, nervous, but I stayed calm. After explaining what's the issue, the doc decided that it would be good to do some tests.

I'm not even sure how to explain this! I just held onto a replica that was supposed to represent a female's body, except it was all clear and they were watching me. Ugh. Just imagine standing there, being knotted to something where everyone could see your progress.

And just when I thought this couldn't get any worse, George silently walked into the room. He looked tired and scared. I just wanted to try and take care of him at that moment, but I had to keep doing what I was doing. One of the available doctors went up to him and asked some stuff while the other was still examining what I gave him; the look and my blood.

The doc had to pick George up and carry him back. Something must've just flipped in his head that made him so stunned he couldn't even move, hah.

"I think you just lack the partnership you'd need as a young man. It's clear that when you latch on, you can't let go until you're satisfied enough," he explained and finally let me go. It kinda hurt to not feel the attachment anymore. Yeesh.