Louis' POV
"That, Louis," she frowned, "is a fully functioning female reproductive system."
My eyes went wide. Surely, she was kidding. I mean, how could she be serious? I AM A DUDE! I have a penis! There is no way she found a female reproductive system inside of me. Although, Louis, it does explain all of those symptoms. No! I refuse to believe this. I'm a guy and guys do not have female parts. She must be on drugs. But. Dr. Johanssen is a great doctor. She's never been wrong before. Well, there is a first time for everything. I guess, but. But what!? What if she's right?
"Louis?" She asked, shaking me gently.
"Yeah?"
"Do you want me to point out the 'parts'?" She asked.
I nodded, "yes please."
"Okay," she said, "this is the uterus."
I nodded for her to continue.
"These are the ovaries," she said pointing at the screen, "and these are the fallopian tubes. Now if you look here this is the cervix. Normally below the cervix you would find the vagina, but in your case the cervix stops right where the opening of the vagina should be. As you should hopefully be able to see the walls are lined with a lick layer of blood. It looks as though you are ready to start a rather heavy period. The last few months have probably been in preparation for this month."
"W-where i-is the blood g-going to go?" I stammered.
She sighed, "that's the problem. The blood has no where to go. It would be stuck at the bottom of the cervix and that poses a number of problems. I'm not an expert with these things Louis, but I know you need to get the blood out of there quick. I'm going to go and make a phone call to a friend of mine, Dr. Mcall. She's a specialist with these sort of things. While I make the phone call, you may wait in the waiting room but don't leave. I imagine she'll want you to go and see her as soon as we get off the phone."
"Y-yes m-ma'am," I mumbled, a tear running down my cheek. Gosh, I'm a freak.
"Louis," Dr. Johanssen smiled, "you aren't a freak. Things happen in the uterus sometimes. It's just one of those times. Trust me you aren't the only guy in the world to go through this. You may be one of the few, but certainly not the only one."
"Thanks Dr. Johanssen," I managed a weak smile.
"Of course," she smiled, "now I'm going to go make this call. Here are some tissues to clean yourself up. Then you may get dressed and go into the waiting room."
I nodded and got cleaned up and dressed quickly. Gosh, this sucks! I walked out into the waiting room. All I could think about was how much Harry would hate me if he found out. Oh no! What am I going to tell Harry? I am so screwed. Speaking of Harry, he was sitting in one of the chairs and he smiled as I sat down next to him. His smile faded quickly when he noticed the expression on my face.
"What's wrong love?" He asked, worriedly.
"Dr. Johanssen is calling a specialist. We'll probably have to go there as soon as she gets off the phone."
"Louis," Harry's eyes were tearing up, "please tell me the truth. Are you dying?"
"I wish I was Harry, but no I'm not dying," I muttered.
"Why would you wish you were dying?" He gasped, "What's wrong boobear?"
"I can't tell you around all these people," I mumbled, "I'll tell you on the way to the specialist."
"Okay," Harry agreed, "so long as you tell me."
Just then Dr. Johanssen walked into the room. She held out a piece of paper and I took it from her, my hands shaking.
