The doctor's office smells like rubbing alcohol and athletes foot. I lick my lips. Miam-miam. Lin was rolled into surgery 16.75 hours ago. His face made me want to eat a grenade. the smell of his life force as the doctor checked his vitals made something squirrel in my gut.
We are in the waiting room. Begonia is doing a sodoku puzzle. Groffitis calls The Entire Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton. They file in around 12:00 am. They perform a few hips before being asked to leave the premises. I watch them recede. I am sad now.
We have to sleep here. A nurse gives us three cots for the night. My dreams are haunted by Lin's manhood cracking, spilling. I am jolted awake. The doctor stands over me.
"There were complications, Midgey-Moo," he says remorsefully. I moo. We are led into the recovery room, and there he is. He is not conscious. his hair is greasy and matted. It would take years to brush out those tangles. His face is bloated with the tears of 33,000 Puerto Rican castration victims. The smell of his breath makes me disgusted-- disgusted and interested, both. He looks like a mummified magistrate with spider legs in his beard.
There's a skyward cast below his pelvis.
"We lost it," the doctor mutters.
"Lost what?" I whinny.
'It," the doctor says.
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The skin around Lin's penis is so tight and wrinkly it looks likes clothes. I am nervous. The doctor holds out an ornate music box, playing Stay Alive Reprise. His genitals lay lifeless. There's no zest, no passion like I imagined. it's shriveled, like a prune, like my hands after I bolt to the bathroom and wash them. I am revolted.
Jonathan carefully studies It. Begonia refuses to look. She has a hand over her heart.
We are led back into the recovery room because the anesthesia is wearing off. Lin blinks. Those eyes, I missed them!
He reaches to scratch his testicles, and something in his face changes. "Where is it? Where did it go?"
"Here it is, Linny-Bo-Binny." The doctor hands him the music box. Lin opens it. His screams shatter the walls.
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Adopted by Lin Manuel Miranda
Fiksi RemajaMidge Jorbyn is eleven years old, living with her evil foster dad Joffrey. Everything seems fine from the outside, but she walks to school with the lunch she packed. Nobody knows what she's holdin' back. Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday, sh...
