Memo: Please sign the get well card for Greyson Chance.  He is currently in the hospital due to appendicitis.

Also sign the birthday cards for the other employees. . .

Greyson floated in and out of consciousness.  He was aware of doctors and nurses going back and forth from his room.  They sounded very muffled and far away. 

Sometimes he had bad dreams.  Horrible dreams of Freddie dipping his head to his crotch, his teeth pointed and sharp.  They came in contact with his junk.

Biting!

Gnawing!

Nooo!

"Greyson?"

Greyson struggled awake, blinking.  Freddie sat by his bed, holding his hand.  What was happening?

"Greyson?" Freddie asked. "Are you okay?"

As soon as Freddie said the words Greyson noticed his teeth.  Teeth that bite.  Teeth covered in red dripping blood! Immediately he felt his crotch.  It was flat.  Flat!

"Aaaagh!!!" Greyson screamed, twisting in the bed.  "Nooo!!"

A nurse rushed in with a needle.  She carefully inserted it into Greyson's arm and he began to drift off.

Later Greyson woke from a foggy sleep to find the doctor nearby writing something down on a clipboard.

"Hey, doc." Greyson blinked and swallowed. 

The doctor stepped closer.  "Good, you're awake.  You've been out for a while.  How are you feeling?"

"Groggy and fucked up." Greyson responded. 

"That's to be expected," the doctor said.  "We had to sedate you repeatedly in the state you were in."

"Why?"

"Because you were in hysterics.  You freaked out."

It was coming back to him.  Freddie giving him a blow job in the front seat.  A loud noise and Freddie biting. . .No! No! No!

"Relax," the doctor said.  "Just relax."

Greyson took a deep breath, threw off his covers, and looked at himself.  He was covered in bandages.  Okay, be cool, boy, he told himself, be cool.  "Where's my junk?" He tried to not sound like a hysterical guy who had his dick bitten clean off.

"Everything's intact," the doctor reassured him.  "There's no permanent damage to the penis.  There was some mild injury to a vein that ruptured.  I'm guessing by the teeth marks that someone, probably your friend had bitten on the vein and caused the excessive bleeding."

Greyson breathed a sigh of relief.  Oh praise Jesus Buddha and the Voodoo Man, his dick was still intact.  Thank the Gods almighty! He touched his crotch but found only flatness.  "Uh, doc, why can't I feel my junk?"

"It's wrapped until we can be sure the bleeding stopped.  And we had to keep you heavily sedated because you wouldn't stop screaming from the trauma."

"Damn right I was screaming.  You have no idea of true pain until someone takes a bite out of your sausage." Greyson shuddered at the memory of Freddie's face covered in Greyson's blood instead of his happy juice. 

"Well I'm happy to say that the worse is over," the doctor said.  "I will prescribe some ointment for your private area and some Valium for your nerves.  You'll need to rest for now but soon you'll be able to perform again.  I'll also advise against having oral sex in a car whether it is moving or not."

"Not a problem, doc."

"I'll release you tomorrow."

Greyson breathed another sigh of relief.  His dick will be up and running soon.  Hallelujah!

Freddie peeked in the door.  He gave a little wave at him.  "Hi, Greyson."

Greyson screamed at the sight of Freddie's face.  "AAAAHHH!! Nooooo!!!"

The doctor and nurses ran back into the room.  They held Greyson down and gave him another shot.

"Nooooo. . .help. . .he bit meee. . ." Greyson whimpered before he passed out, falling back on the pillows.

Freddie didn't understand.  He thought Greyson would be happy to see him.  But instead he would scream and kick and cry whenever Freddie came in the room.

After making sure Greyson was knocked out, the doctor came to him and explained everything.  Apparently Freddie accidentally bit Greyson down there, and it traumatized him pretty badly.

"I think," the doctor said. "it would be best if you didn't see him for a while."

"Why?" Freddie felt bad for Grey.

"Whenever he sees you he gets upset," the doctor said.  "Let him calm down for a few days, then go visit him.  Let him heal and get better first."

Freddie left the hospital, wishing things were better.