"One hundred. Ninety-nine. Ninety-eight. Ninety-seven. Ninety-six. Ninety-five..."
Steven passed out. The man with the white gloves pulled out a sharp, shiny object, and proceeded to slice a hole in Steve's stomach. Blood came flowing out. He began to make more, deeper, larger cuts into Steven.
----
"Steven, Steven..."
"Ninety-four. Ninety-three..."
"No, we're done counting now. The surgery is over."
"Oh. Good. Everything went well?" Steven was qutie groggy, and not entirely sure where he was.
"Yes. I have to go now. Get some rest." The nurse closed the curtain, motioned toward a tube portruding our from Steven's freshly sliced and stitched stomach. "That's the catheter and stomach bag we told you about. It looks gross, but it won't be there for long. Don't touch it, and don't get out of bed until tomorrow." With that, she left the hospital room.
Steven stared at the horrible tube creeping out of his stomach. It reminded him oof science fiction movies, where monsters inhabit a human, then bust out upon fully developing. There was a dark brown/yellowish liquid leaking out of Steven's stomach, into the tube, and down into a plastic sack already partially filled with the acidic bile. Steven was oddly fascinated by this new addition to his digestive system, but soon felt ill and vomited into a tray left by the nurse. He then felt quite tired and fell asleep.
"Hey man, are you awake?"
Steven opened his eyes to see the friend with the beard, the friend with the hat, and Red Meyhran standing in his room.
"I am now."
"We brought you something..."
The friend with the hat produced a small brown bag containing pop tarts, candy, and an automotive magazine.
"Nurse Ratchett says I can't eat any of that stuff."
"Who cares what the nurses say?"
"That tube sticking out of my stomach does." As Steven said this, he liftend the blanket that was covering the tentacle-like catheter portruding from his bowels. Red Meyhran cringed.
"That's nasty, man."
"I know."
"Does it hurt?"
"Only when I wiggle it." Steven had to prevent the friend with the hat from wiggling the tube.
"Well, eat them when you can."
"Have you heard from the girl with long hair?" Steven had gone out on a few dates with the girl with the long hair, but had failed to get very far with her. He met her in a geology lab during his freshman year, shortly before Steven's Adventure with a Blind Date. They ran into each other occasionally through the next year, until they had another class together and Steven asked her out.
"Nope. She's still in Oregon visiting her mom. She should be back tomorrow."
"Good, that's when I get out, and get this ugly tube out of me."
----
Steven had been home for exactly 1 day, 4 hours and 19 minutes when the girl with long hair called.
"How do you feel?"
"I'm alright. Hungry. I have to watch what I eat."
"Oh."
"I'm a bit lonely..." Steven hinted.
"Oh? I can't come over tonight because my car is broken, but my roommate is out of town for the weekend..."
"I think I can manage to get there." Steven was exciting at the prospect of finally getting somewhere with the girl with long hair.
"Ok, see you later, then!"
"Ok, bye!"
----
Steven spent the remainder of the afternoon showing off his newly stitched incision. The hole for the stomach tube had been stitched shut. It leaked the nasty brown bile occasionally, so Steven had to wear old, ratty shirts. Around 7pm, he put on a nice shirt, then taped some cotton gauze over the hole to prevent and leaks from flowing.
He drove to the girl with long hair's apartment.
----
After a quick dinner, Steven and the girl with hair sat on the couch. Steven didn't want to sit on the couch, but he had to take his time and play the game. They made small talk about the stay in the hospital, the friend with the beard, cars, movies, and lots of other things Steven didnt care to be talking about.
After a while, the girl with long hair finally got to where Steven wanted to go.
"Want to go into my bedroom?"
"Absolutely." Steven was excited, and ready. Too much talking had gone on, but was patient.
"OK, you go in, I will be there in one minute..."
Steven went into the room, and sat down on the bed. Steven wondered what the girl with long hair was up to, but hoped it had something to do with silk or lace.
He took a quick glance out the door, then took off his shirt and tape and cotton padding. He climbed onto the bed, moved all of the cutesy girly pillows out of the way. He bounced on it a little bit. Then he noticed a little brown spot on the white sheets.
"That's curious," Steven thought. "I don't know what that is. It's wierd." He looked around the bed. There weres lot's of little spots. He got off the bed. He noticed larger spots now.
"That's really weird..." It took a moment, but eventually, Steven realized what it was. he looked down at his stomach, horrified. A stitch had come loose, and brown, putrid bile was oozing from the hole in his stomach. His stomach leaked.
He heard the girl with long hair approaching. Steven was mortified. He quickly grabbed hist shirt and put it on. The girl with long hair came into the room, wearing a very slinky, quite flattering teddy. She went straight to the bed.
Steven didn't want her to know he leaked stomach juice all over her bed. His stomach leaked. He thought quickly.
"Huh? What are these wet brown spots on the bed? Ooh, gross!" She squealed.
Steven quickly grabbed his nose. His stomach leaked.
"I have a bloody nose! Side effect of the post-op medication."
"What's that spot on your shirt?"
Steven glanced at his shirt. "Oh, I must have bled on my shirt." Steven grabbed at his shirt, and pressed it against newly opened stomach. "I'm sorry, I have to go." Steven rushed out of the room, and the apartment, down the hall, and into the parking lot. His stomach leaked.
As he was fumbling around, trying to get his keys with one hand, the girl with long hair watched him from her window.
"HEY! What's this cotton-y thing with tape and nasty brown stuff on the floor?! It stinks!"
"What a crappy night," Steven thought, as he ignored her, jumped into his car, and drove off. "I don't go anywhere AND I am leaking all over the place." His stomach leaked.
He got home, cleaned himself up, and called the girl with long hair. She didn't answer. He left a message. His stomach leaked. She never replied.
He attempted to call her a number of times, and even check with her roommate at the apartment, but to no avail. His stomach leaked.
The girl with long hair never spoke to him again. Steven didn't know why.
His stomach stopped leaking.
Steven passed out. The man with the white gloves pulled out a sharp, shiny object, and proceeded to slice a hole in Steve's stomach. Blood came flowing out. He began to make more, deeper, larger cuts into Steven.
----
"Steven, Steven..."
"Ninety-four. Ninety-three..."
"No, we're done counting now. The surgery is over."
"Oh. Good. Everything went well?" Steven was qutie groggy, and not entirely sure where he was.
"Yes. I have to go now. Get some rest." The nurse closed the curtain, motioned toward a tube portruding our from Steven's freshly sliced and stitched stomach. "That's the catheter and stomach bag we told you about. It looks gross, but it won't be there for long. Don't touch it, and don't get out of bed until tomorrow." With that, she left the hospital room.
Steven stared at the horrible tube creeping out of his stomach. It reminded him oof science fiction movies, where monsters inhabit a human, then bust out upon fully developing. There was a dark brown/yellowish liquid leaking out of Steven's stomach, into the tube, and down into a plastic sack already partially filled with the acidic bile. Steven was oddly fascinated by this new addition to his digestive system, but soon felt ill and vomited into a tray left by the nurse. He then felt quite tired and fell asleep.
"Hey man, are you awake?"
Steven opened his eyes to see the friend with the beard, the friend with the hat, and Red Meyhran standing in his room.
"I am now."
"We brought you something..."
The friend with the hat produced a small brown bag containing pop tarts, candy, and an automotive magazine.
"Nurse Ratchett says I can't eat any of that stuff."
"Who cares what the nurses say?"
"That tube sticking out of my stomach does." As Steven said this, he liftend the blanket that was covering the tentacle-like catheter portruding from his bowels. Red Meyhran cringed.
"That's nasty, man."
"I know."
"Does it hurt?"
"Only when I wiggle it." Steven had to prevent the friend with the hat from wiggling the tube.
"Well, eat them when you can."
"Have you heard from the girl with long hair?" Steven had gone out on a few dates with the girl with the long hair, but had failed to get very far with her. He met her in a geology lab during his freshman year, shortly before Steven's Adventure with a Blind Date. They ran into each other occasionally through the next year, until they had another class together and Steven asked her out.
"Nope. She's still in Oregon visiting her mom. She should be back tomorrow."
"Good, that's when I get out, and get this ugly tube out of me."
----
Steven had been home for exactly 1 day, 4 hours and 19 minutes when the girl with long hair called.
"How do you feel?"
"I'm alright. Hungry. I have to watch what I eat."
"Oh."
"I'm a bit lonely..." Steven hinted.
"Oh? I can't come over tonight because my car is broken, but my roommate is out of town for the weekend..."
"I think I can manage to get there." Steven was exciting at the prospect of finally getting somewhere with the girl with long hair.
"Ok, see you later, then!"
"Ok, bye!"
----
Steven spent the remainder of the afternoon showing off his newly stitched incision. The hole for the stomach tube had been stitched shut. It leaked the nasty brown bile occasionally, so Steven had to wear old, ratty shirts. Around 7pm, he put on a nice shirt, then taped some cotton gauze over the hole to prevent and leaks from flowing.
He drove to the girl with long hair's apartment.
----
After a quick dinner, Steven and the girl with hair sat on the couch. Steven didn't want to sit on the couch, but he had to take his time and play the game. They made small talk about the stay in the hospital, the friend with the beard, cars, movies, and lots of other things Steven didnt care to be talking about.
After a while, the girl with long hair finally got to where Steven wanted to go.
"Want to go into my bedroom?"
"Absolutely." Steven was excited, and ready. Too much talking had gone on, but was patient.
"OK, you go in, I will be there in one minute..."
Steven went into the room, and sat down on the bed. Steven wondered what the girl with long hair was up to, but hoped it had something to do with silk or lace.
He took a quick glance out the door, then took off his shirt and tape and cotton padding. He climbed onto the bed, moved all of the cutesy girly pillows out of the way. He bounced on it a little bit. Then he noticed a little brown spot on the white sheets.
"That's curious," Steven thought. "I don't know what that is. It's wierd." He looked around the bed. There weres lot's of little spots. He got off the bed. He noticed larger spots now.
"That's really weird..." It took a moment, but eventually, Steven realized what it was. he looked down at his stomach, horrified. A stitch had come loose, and brown, putrid bile was oozing from the hole in his stomach. His stomach leaked.
He heard the girl with long hair approaching. Steven was mortified. He quickly grabbed hist shirt and put it on. The girl with long hair came into the room, wearing a very slinky, quite flattering teddy. She went straight to the bed.
Steven didn't want her to know he leaked stomach juice all over her bed. His stomach leaked. He thought quickly.
"Huh? What are these wet brown spots on the bed? Ooh, gross!" She squealed.
Steven quickly grabbed his nose. His stomach leaked.
"I have a bloody nose! Side effect of the post-op medication."
"What's that spot on your shirt?"
Steven glanced at his shirt. "Oh, I must have bled on my shirt." Steven grabbed at his shirt, and pressed it against newly opened stomach. "I'm sorry, I have to go." Steven rushed out of the room, and the apartment, down the hall, and into the parking lot. His stomach leaked.
As he was fumbling around, trying to get his keys with one hand, the girl with long hair watched him from her window.
"HEY! What's this cotton-y thing with tape and nasty brown stuff on the floor?! It stinks!"
"What a crappy night," Steven thought, as he ignored her, jumped into his car, and drove off. "I don't go anywhere AND I am leaking all over the place." His stomach leaked.
He got home, cleaned himself up, and called the girl with long hair. She didn't answer. He left a message. His stomach leaked. She never replied.
He attempted to call her a number of times, and even check with her roommate at the apartment, but to no avail. His stomach leaked.
The girl with long hair never spoke to him again. Steven didn't know why.
His stomach stopped leaking.
