I hadn’t grown concerned until a number of days before, when that nagging sensation started. And my nerves became totally shattered when I spotted the blood in the toilet. So I’d gone to the computer lab to see what light the Internet could shed on my mysterious illness.
I shuddered. Gonorrhea. How could I explain that to Mum? As for Uncle John, if he ever learned of it, I had no doubt he’d find that the perfect excuse to give me the boot.
Once again, I felt a pressure low in my abdomen, and I shut down the computer and raced to the men’s room to pee.
Not much came out, but yeah, definitely blood, and God, it hurt like hell.
Okay, Dante. Wishing isn’t going to make this go away. Man up. You have to see a doctor