A Trip to the Hospital

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Illness...
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The doctor watched the soft young boy undo his pants and begrudgingly tug them down to knis knees. “Now lift your legs up. Bend your knees right up to your chest so I can get right in there.”


Her wording made him rather uncomfortable, but he obliged just the same. Lifting his knees up, he closed his eyes and waited for what was to come. He knew that if she was to get at a cyst on his bowels from this angle, she was going to stick her finger in his ass. He squinted his eyes hard, trying to forget where he was, but the nausea in his stomach wouln't let him.


“This should be good, don't worry. Now, I need you to relax your svincter.” There was a silent pause. The doctor piped up. “I mean your anus, just relax.”


Al, even though he was opposed to the situation, relaxed as many mucles as he knew he had. “Is that ok?” He asked.


“Yes, that's fine.” The doctor proceeded to put a goopy looking jell on the gloves she had earstwhile put on. “This will be over in just a few seconds.” The the touched the rim of his anus.


Al winced at her touch. Even though he knew she was a profesional, he was really, for some reason, turned on by the touch. “Ah...” He said in pleasure, masking it in pain. He was still quite sick, and ravaged with a fever, but it still felt really good to him.


The doctor then pressed harder into his ass and caused her fingers to be insterted all the way. “AH!” He cried out at the feeling. It was new to him, so he could hardly contain himself. The touch of her fingers sliding into his rectum felt so amazing, it was almost as if he was relieving himself, but just without that horrible cramp in his bowels before hand. He loved it. 'Wait a second...' He thought. 'Isn't this wrong?' He turned the thought over in his mind. “AHHH!” He then winced in pain.


“I found it.” The doctor exclaimed as she wiggled her fingers inside his ass. She had insterted two of them to make sure she got a god feel for what was going wrong. He definatly had a cyst or two, they had to come out. “While I'm here...” She shifted positions with her hand and rubbed against something that made Al give a yelp of pleasure.


“Ooh, did that hurt?” She asked in concern.


“No.” He replied quickly. “It actually made me feel better...weird huh?”


She shook her head. “Well, I am examining your prostate. Normally when stimulated, it causes the recipient to react as just. It's a sex organ, so it's no wonder it felt odd.”


Al nodded. It had felt extreemly good, he was going to make a point to tell a future girlfriend about the expirence, and in hopes, when he was feeling better, get her to repeat it.


“Just one more check..” She switched her fingers back to the other position they were in before.


Pain once again shot throughout his body. “Aah!” He yelled again, not expecting it this time. Though, this time was different. Instead of causing just the pain on the right side of his bowels, it hurt all throughout in a horrible cram that screamed 'let me out!'


He couldn't help himself, his anus contracted and expeled the doctor's finger and the wasted followed. The doctor jumped back in surprise, not that she hadn't seen this happen before, it's just that there was no warning.


The semi solid waste seeped from Al and made a small pile on the examination table right below his ass. “Sorry.” He said, trying to contain the spill, which caused him a great deal of pain. Holding in diarrhea was a tricky thing to do.


“It's ok Al, it happens a lot.” She coaxed. “Just let it go if it hurts.”


She knew just what to say. “...” Al, even though he was quite shy, relaxed and allowed the slopy excrement flow out of his body. It almost poured from his anus, though it was still semi solid, and plopped itself right on top of the rest of the shit that had accidently creeped it's way out.


It came and continued coming, slinking it's way down and out of his anus, storing itself neatly in one big pile that slowly slid it's way off the examination table and onto the floor. Not all at once, just little by little. It hit the floor with a pleasent 'splat' sound that one rarely hears in such a manner.


Finally finished deficating, he sighed. Even though he was quite sick, he felt relieved at geting rid of the very thing that had been plauging his insides. He gave a sigh and the doctor approached him. She grabed a few tissues from the nearby counter and proceeded to whipe the reminants of the diarrhea away from his ass. Very professionally.


“Can you roll over?” She asked. Not wanting him to soil his pants, she wanted him to roll away from the excrement.


“Uh, yeah.” He ,with a quick movement, tugged his pants up and rolled off to the side of the bed at the same time. He was quite dizzy, and now slightly sick to his stomach, but he managed. He slung his legs over the side of the bed and lowered his head.


“Is it ok if you wait here while I get the janitor. I need to give you some pain killers for now.” She double checked with him.


“Yeah, sure.” He said, head still lowered.


“I'll be right back.” With that said, she lef the room in a hurry.


Al sat there, in silence, waiting for the doctor to return. His mouth began to fill up with saliva, he swallowed it. A few more seconds passed, and once more, the saliva in his mouth got to bee too much and he was forced to swalloe it once again.


He glanced off to the side where he had accidently soiled the table. His stomach turned at the sight of it. The few tissues percrched on top didn't help the nausea any, they were beginning to soak up the water that was in the sool and it seeped upward to the tip's of the tissue. He coughed with a slight gag. “Oh...no...” He held his own, mouth shut tightly to control what might want to come out. He didn't see a bucket nearby, and he didn't feel like puking in the hall trying to find a bathroom.


Involenterily, he coughed again, this time, with a bit of a stomach heave which made the nausea grow. He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself, but to no avail, he knew he was going to throw-up. Al inwardly paniced, he had never thrown-up anywhere but outside, in a bucket or in a toilet; how was the doctor going to react? It was bad enough he shat all over her table, but now to vomit on her floor, it was going to look bad for him.


Clenching his lips together he hoped the nausea would pass and he wouldn't have to puke. No luck. He coughed again and this time, it had a bad gag reflex. He gaged enough so that anythin that would have been in his stomach would be making it's way right to his mouth, and then enevitably, right to the floor. But nothing happened.

Ha gaged again, and still nothing. He feared he would get the dry heaves, but not here. Remember he had a few pieces of bread and a small bowl of rice before he left the house, he hoped that they would expel themselves to spare Al the torture of not vomiting.

Success! He had gaged enough to force the food in his stomach up. It was different though. Instead of being liquid-y vomit, it came up in almost the same form it went down in, slop.

The vomit slinked it's way up his throat, over his tongue and slowly found it's way to the floor. It was a strange kind of vomit, almost solid. Something like the diarrhea he had, except even more solid.

He couldn't make heads or tails of it, so he just ignored it, and also ignored the fact that it tasted horrible sliding it's way over his tongue. He gaged profusly, trying to throw the entire contents of his stomach up, but they just wouldn't come quickly. He proceeded to retch as the slimy vomit seeped out and ploped itself on the floor, much like the fecess did.

It was a pale white, and he could feel the small bits of rice slip past his tongue. It made him want to be finished vomiting quicker. He held it in, only for a second, to build momentum. And it worked. With one big heave, he expeled the rest of his stomach content in one fell swoop. Trying his hardest to breathe again, he held in a gag. Another gag followed and caused him to puke just a little more. Quickly gatheringup the spit and vomit that remained in his mouth, he spat it onto the pile on the floor.

Surprisingly enough, the puddle of vomit stayed neatly in the pile. It looked like the floors of hospital were level. A few minutes passed and Al felt as though he was going to fall asleep. Hearing the door open, he looked up to see the janitor peek in.

"Hello, mind if I come in?" He said, a warm smile on his face.

Al hesitated. "Uh...yeah...sorry. I threw-up on the floor too...there was no bucket and-"

The janitor held up a hand. "Don't worry about it. That's what I'm hear for. You just worry about feeling better, I'll worry about the mess, ok?"

The janitor's kind words gave him a little relief. Al hated upseting people. he hopped off the table and down to the floor, avoiting the puke that lay about. "Still...sorry." He said, closing the door behind himself.

He walked down the hall towards the doctor that was examining him. She had blond hair that was short cut above her ears. She looked very professional. Al realized at that point he needed to use the washroom again. Diahreah doesn't go away so easily.

He eyed the open bathroom and quickly took refuged in it. That damn nausea was creeping back up on his again. Seeing a cup he dicided to drink a little water; that way, if he need to puke again, he would have something a little more liquid in his stomach. Quickly downing the glass he walked over to the toilet and tugged his pants down to his nakles. Sitting down on the cool plastic seat, he once more relieved himself of the waste that had built up once again. It sputtered and was follwed by a moist sounding fart. He clasped his knees, that last one hurt him a little. Finally, when the at was done, he released the urine from his body.

Finally, somthing that didn't cause him pain. He baldder emptied flawlessly into the toilet water and made a nice trickeling sound. Little beads of water splashed back up on him, cooling the area they touched. He sighed in relief.

After whiping himself off, flushing and pulling up his pants, he sat on the floor in front of the toilet, back firmly up against the wall. He knew he was going to be sick again, it was only a matter of time. He moaned in pain, not liek ti would help, but he was frustrated. He hated being sick. Closing his eyes, he started to drift off to sleep.

After a few minutes of dozing off, that heavy feeling one would get in the pit of the stomach telling you to puke, wshed it's way over Al and woke him from his sleep. With less than a second to reach, he sat forward and leaned over the toilet bowl. He gagged and a little of the mixture of his food and water mixture came up and landed into the toilet. Again he heaved, bringing up even more, though this time, rather than seeping and crawling over his tongue, it pratically sprayed out with violent force. Again and again he puked up more water and what felt like rice.

After saturating the toilet water with vomit, Alphonse caught his breath. He was really hoping he would feel better soon.

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Al's eyes fluttered open and he awoke in the recovery room.

"Oh, you're finally awake." Ed smiled at his younger brother. "Sorry I didn't get here sooner."

He smiled back. "It's ok, I was just sick the whole time, you wouldn't have enjoyed yourself. I didn't."

Ed snickered. "Really then? I'm glad to see you're back in good heath...you are feeling bette right?"

Al nodded. "Yeah. Now that the cysts are gone, I'm much better."

The elder of the brother's nodded. "That's good to hear. So, did anything special happen on your trip through the hospital system?" He folded his arms.

Al thought for a moment. "No, nothing I can think of."

Ed smirked. "Not even going to tell me that you shit on the pretty doctor?"

A burning blush covered his face. "I didn't do it on purpose!"

END!

Yeah...I was bored. Hehe.