Michael finds out the truth!!

The next day, Dr. Lutz and a group of surgical residents stood around Michael's bed as he explained the diagnosis and how he corrected his penis. He also showed his x-ray on the LED TV of the room and presented all the surgical pictures. Michael wore a gray T-shirt and plain blue briefs, while the lower part of his body was covered with a white sheet.

Doctor Lutz pointed at the X-ray image of his pelvis as he explained, "The nerve was severed a little bit below the bulbourethral gland."

He then pointed to the other side of his erectile nerve and said, "The good news is, everything is visible to the naked eye, and the damage could be repaired. Once this was discovered, we figured that everything was correctible, and so we used what's called a pedicle nerve graft. We just took a nerve from another spot within his leg, and the autograft was sutured into this area."

Michael nodded as Dr. Lutz talked, although he only understood half of what the doctor said. Dr. Lutz continued pointing to where he removed the nerves, "And we'll take two or three pieces of the nerve to join the defect that was here. Now normally, the severed nerve re-grows, and so this bypass is always temporary until nerve re-growth occurs from the severed end to the removed portion of the nerve."

Dr. Lutz continued explaining to the surgical residents and checked Michael for sensation, reflexes, and function. After the explanation, the surgical residents went to another patient while Dr. Lutz stayed with Michael and Florence, who were standing beside him.

Florence had a solemn look as she listened to Dr. Lutz.

After checking him thoroughly for everything, Dr. Lutz smiled at them and said, "He's good to go."

"Thanks a lot, Doc. You'll never know what that means to us.", Michael said with a warm smile, and Doctor Lutz nodded and walked out of the room.

Florence watched him go and glanced at Michael, who had a big smile.

Michael sighed contentedly and said, "I'm lucky that nothing serious happened to me. Can't imagine what'd happen if it did, Mom?"

However, he became weirded out when he didn't hear a reply from his mom and looked at her when he realized that she was crying and asked, "What's wrong, Mom?".

Tears formed in Florence's eyes as she thought, 'I can't hold it in. I can't hide it anymore! My heart can't bear it. The weight is too heavy for me to carry.'

She sobbed as she said, "Oh, Michael! I'm so sorry!".

Michael's eyebrows furrowed and asked, "Why?".

Florence whimpered and said as she wiped her eyes, "Honey, there's something that you have to know, but promise me that you'll stay calm.".

Michael's mind started racing, thinking of all kinds of horrible scenarios, which increased his heartbeat, and he gulped.

"W-What is it?" Michael asked with a shakiness in his voice.

Florence gasped several times and said, "M-Michael, you, uh. . . they repaired the nerve in your... private area, but... they can't guarantee if... if... if you might... have an erection again."

Florence covered her face with her palm as Michael became speechless, not knowing what to say. A short moment later, he finally gathered his thoughts as he said, "Y-You're joking, right?".

Florence started crying again and shook her head.

"No.." Michael murmured and stared at the ceiling, totally shaken up. He started trembling, tears welled up in his eyes, but he fought them. However, his inner turmoil was visible as he whispered, "Fuck my life, No!".

She rubbed his head and asked, "Honey, are you alright? I-I'm really sorry...".

"Y-You're lying! You're lying, aren't you?" Michael asked his mother, thinking, 'This can't be happening! No! Mom is just joking! She has to be joking! O-Or, this.. this is just a bad dream. Maybe Mom is just pulling a prank on me.'

"Look." Florence closed her eyes and pointed at his crotch.

Michael gulped and hurriedly grabbed his penis with his right hand and squeezed it.

His eyes widened in shock and fear when he felt nothing, and he said, "N-No..."

Michael just stared at his crotch with a blank look. His body trembled. Then, all of a sudden, tears flowed down his eyes, and he looked at his mom and let out an agonized moan, saying, "But, Mom, I-I feel nothing, nothing. It's just. .. cold and flaccid. What do I do now? I mean, since, since I can't have sex anymore, I'll be a laughing stock, people will call me-".

He gritted his teeth and continued as if talking to himself, "W-What will they say when they find out?! How will I live with that? It's embarrassing! God damn it! Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit!"

His face contorted into an ugly snarl. He curled his hands into fists and furiously thumped on the bed sheets. The only thing Florence could do was to let her son unleash his anguish. It wasn't as if anything she said could make him feel better. Michael's sorrowful wailing became louder, sounding like the cry of an animal that has become bitten and started biting by a trap.

She leaned forward and tried to hug him to calm him down, but he snarled at her, moved away, and said, "No, don't touch me!"

She felt like someone had pulled her soul out. Her sad brown eyes looked at his sorrowful green ones, and he said, "You know what, all I want is a normal healthy body, but I couldn't even get it. It's embarrassing! Hell, even if I could have an erection, my penis is a pathetic excuse for one!".

"W-Why me?!" Michael asked. No one had the answers.

"Fuck my life!" he screamed, making Florence bite her lips and look at him with a pained expression.

She tried to say something, but he glared at her and yelled, "Get out! Please! I want to be alone! I.. want to be.. alone!" and cried again.

She hurriedly nodded and gave him a mournful glance as she left the room.

As the door closed behind her, she shut her eyes tight, tears leaking out, and she murmured, "Why did it have to be my son? He's a good kid. T-That's just not right. Life is cruel.".

Back inside his room, Michael cried, no longer caring if anyone saw him, as he clutched his hair with his fingers, tears blurring his vision. It's not that he loved sex, masturbation, being handsome, or having a muscular body. But deep down, he knew the thing he was proud of the most: his body. He was deeply disappointed that everything good in his life just crumbled into an unsalvageable mess.

'Unbelievable! I'm fucking eighteen. Are you kidding me?! Oh, the loneliness I will experience... how lonely my life will be... How boring everything would be...' Michael thought, and anger rolled over him. He wanted to attack someone, but everything seemed distant to him. It didn't feel like anything was real. He tried to wake up from this nightmare.

All he could think about was every worst scenario possible, of a life of mockery, constant condemnation, and ridicule.

* * *

A few hours later, Michael sat in the passenger seat beside Florence, who was driving back to their house. His silence filled up the whole vehicle, and she didn't know what to say. She had an anguished look while Michael was staring out the window silently.

With a low voice, Florence said, "Michael, are you okay? Please, tell me what's on your mind?".

He looked at her for a split second and didn't reply.

She watched this and fought back her tears. She glanced at the reflection of Michael through the car's rearview mirror. He had a broken look in his eyes and was expressionlessly staring outside.

He kept quiet as he didn't know what to say or utter. He kept asking himself, 'I wonder why I'm still alive? I don't feel like anything matters anymore. Saying that everything is normal is impossible, and saying everything will be fine is absurd. Just what would 'fine' mean? What would fine even look like for me? I.. sigh!... I would prefer to be dead instead of living in this hell.'