127 — Screws and Pins and Needles, Oh My!

Under general anesthesia, the urologist pressed Peter Harper's testicles along his inguinal canals until they reached final bottlenecks in his edematous anatomy.

“It's easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter Heaven,” he muttered. Peter Harper was indeed very rich.

“What?” asked the anesthesiologist.

“Eye of the needle,” he repeated, pressing gloved thumbs on each bulge. He forced Harper's gonads, squeezing them forward until wringing them, bruised, through his swollen inguinal rings into their familiar resting places.

“Those are surely gonna be sore for awhile,” the urologist said, transferring care to the orthopedic surgeon who prepared plaster of Paris to immobilize Harper's pelvic ring. He hoped his six fractures and disarticulated femur head would heal with the help of a dozen titanium pins and screws.

No one had informed them just how Harper had sustained these injuries, by now requiring six units of blood. Car accident and being impaled by falling onto something were the leading guesses.

After the orthopedic surgeon shaped the plaster girdle, strategically windowed for bodily functions, ice packs were placed to reduce the swelling of his genitals protruding through the cutaways.

The urologist implanted the suprapubic catheter to rest his bladder until his ruptured penile urethra could pass anything more viscous than gas. Using the other access hole, the colon and rectal surgeon, having finished the colostomy, identified the traumatic rectal-bladder fistula via proctoscope, sealing it with an endoscopic procto-ring.

After the suctioning of saliva and other comatose secretions had been accomplished, the nurse in the recovery room had time to wonder. Car accident?

Peter Harper attempted to speak.

“What?” his nurse asked. “You’re out of surgery and doing fine.” Harper spoke again. Once again she couldn’t understand. “Try again, Mr. Harper. Cough.” He coughed and groaned from the pain.

“Who was that woman?” he finally rasped.

“What woman?” the nurse asked. “Cough again.” He coughed again. He groaned again.

“That woman,” he repeated. “I have to find out who she is.” He coughed yet again. “She was fucking awesome!”

"Easy there, lover-boy. All those screws--you might get yourself unscrewed."

"That's really funny," he sputtered, then passed out.

__________

For Saturday, May 5, Day 126 of the Story-a-Day Challenge.

366 WORDS (without A/N)

All pictures are AI-generated, but the debaucheries are not!

---

There are currently three Vocal creators still participating in the 2024 Story-a-Day Challenge:

• L.C. Schäfer, challenge originator

• Rachel Deeming

• Gerard DiLeo (some other guy)

PLEASE SUPPORT THEM BY READING THEIR DAILY SUBMISSIONS