DR. BRAD

Chapter 6:In Critical Condition

Schuldig couldn’t think straight.

He was sick. He was ill. He was in critical condition.

He had Cockitis.

According to Dr. Brad, it was an illness wherein the infected could only “come” with a man. The infected does not necessarily have to be gay. But he could never “come” with a woman anymore. Worse, Schuldig was in Stage 3, the second to the most critical stages, where his body would have to “release” two liters thrice a week to avoid “coming” blood.

Dr. Brad said he’d have to meet him on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays starting next week. He advised him not to wear underwear anymore, every time he’s scheduled for a check-up.

Schuldig was depressed not because he couldn’t fuck a girl anymore. He knew, in the deep recesses of his soul, that he was truly gay. But that was not what was bothering him.

What was bothering him was how his cousin, Manx, had been looking at him. With those sleazy, lust-induced eyes that wanted to lick him to pieces, until he was squirming in his own juice.

So what’s the problem, you say? Why can’t he just tell her straight out “I can’t give you cum ‘coz I’m sick and I might die if I fuck with a clit”?

Because he knew she wouldn’t take that for an answer. And she would have to beat him up everyday for the rest of his life until he gives in or until she would give up and throw him out of her house, the house he’d been living in ever since his fucking mother had choked on a cock to death.

And Schuldig was just confused, befuddled, wrecked out of his mind because he couldn’t think of any other place to go if ever Manx decided to kick him out. Which means, he would have to “please” her. But “pleasing” would mean “coming”, and how could he “come” if he couldn’t?

So it all goes back to the disease. And how not having it would have been heaven on earth. A house to live in for him. A cock to suck on for Manx. Everyone lives happily ever after.

But, of course, there is no “happily ever after” in real life. And Schuldig has this fucked-up fuck disease. And he may not have a home anymore. And no cock for Manx.

It was a sorry, sorry world.

Schuldig was even sorrier for himself.

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At the clinic…

Schuldig:Uh, hi. Is Dr. Crawford in?

Nurse with Oversized Boobs:No. Do you have an appointment?

Schuldig:Uh, no. I just wanted to ask him something… Uh, do you know where he is?

N.w.O.B.:Christ! How do I know? Wait… check another branch of this clinic, somewhere between Yonge St. and whatever… you’ll find it.

Schu:Okay, thanks…

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Another branch of this clinic, somewhere between Yonge St. and whatever…

“Hello? Is anyone here?”

No answer.

Schu looked around the reception area. There was no one around except for the security guard who’d been spacing out ever since he stepped in. Or maybe even before he came in. He didn’t know.

There’s supposed to be a nurse here, right?

There was no nurse, either.

“Hey!” He called the security guard. “Where’s everybody?”

The guard just shrugged then looked away.

Shit. Oh well, I could explore… it’s not as if anybody could stop me.

It was just a small clinic. Somewhat like a smaller version of the main branch. But the same, nevertheless. Same purpose, same doctor, even the same pungent smell.

First door on the right. Keep Out of Radiation

Uh, no…

Washrooms

Dr. Christine Millicent James, M.D. - Psychological Orgasm

Whoo… nice.

Testing Laboratory 6A

Archives

Just books? Kama Sutra is a book, right? Schuldig peeked in.

“Hey, what you doing here?” A silver-haired one-eyed guy barked at him. He was sorting out some files and all when Schuldig’s head popped into view.

“I’m the new janitor,” Schuldig lied. “I was looking for the Workers’ manual since they didn’t give me one.”

“Oh.” One Eye eyed him. “We don’t need work manuals here. Just do your job. Clean, sweep, whatever. You get pay. Everyone’s happy. Period.”

“Right…” Shuldig’s voice traced off. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Oh right,” One Eye replied. “Name’s Farfarello…”

“Farfarello…” Shu interrupted. “You’re named after a demon?”1

“How would I know? Not like I named myself,” Farfarello shot back. “Farfarello…but here, they call me Porn Boy.”

“Porn boy?” Wtf.

“Yeah, see, I sort out the files here and stuff. You know what kind of clinic this is. It ain’t pretty. All of ‘em like porn.” He chuckled. “Supply the doc with weekly issues, too. Get myself a coupla bucks. Business…all business.”

“Uh, right.” Schu decided it was for the better if he left right away. It didn’t help that he kept on imagining Farfarello’s missing eye was looking straight through him. “I got to go, uh, clean toilets now…”

“Nice meeting you.”

Yeah. And he closed the door with a bang. That was weird.

Next door. Washrooms.

Dr. Gertrude Tyler

Charity House

Charity House? Wtf is this doing here? I mean, this is a friggin’ sex clinic! Weirded out, Schu slowly opened the door. It led to three more doors, and this somewhat surprised him. Strange.

Without hesitation, he opened the first door…

…

…gasped…

…

…and dropped to his knees at the sight before him.

TBC

A/N: I don’t know if you could see the footer but hell, I’ll explain it here. Farfarello was a demon mentioned in Dante Alighieri’s Inferno. I don’t know if it’s just supposed to be an ordinary name or a demon’s name but it just came into my mind and – poof – it became Coco Crunch! Lmfao forgive me. Lol

I don’t know if Ima continue with Dr. Brad. It all depends on you, dear reader. Just click on that review button and we’ll see. :D