Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 65: My d*** is useless?!

"W...w...what the fuck is happening, doctor?" Sabe stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dread rose tightly in his chest as he stared at the two nurses hovering over him, their gloved hands stained red as they carefully wiped blood from his abdomen. Mere looking at the blood was already making him feel dizzy.

"Why am I covered in blood?" he demanded hoarsely. "It looks like I was stabbed."

"When I told you to stop shouting, you should have listened," the doctor replied with a frustrated sigh, rubbing his temple. "You strained yourself. Thankfully, the stitches didn’t loosen completely."

Sabe froze.

"Stitches?" he echoed slowly, panic creeping into his voice. "What stitches, doctor?"

His gaze dropped to his lower body. Thick bandages wrapped tightly around his waist, extending downward to where his dick was supposed to be.

"I don’t understand why the nurses kept cleaning down there," Sabe continued, his voice trembling now. "I can’t feel anything from my waist down to my legs. You said that’s because of the anaesthetic, right?"

Silence.

A suffocating, crushing silence that threatened to drive Sabe insane.

The doctor exchanged uneasy glances with the two police officers in the room, then with Josh. A collective sigh followed, heavy and reluctant, as though none of them wanted to be the one to speak.

"Talk to me, doctor," Sabe snapped weakly. "Why are you all exchanging looks like that? Was I really stabbed? And by which motherfucker?"

Anger flashed in his eyes despite the fear clawing at him. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Your dick," the doctor said flatly.

The words slammed into Sabe like a freight train.

"Where else do you think you stabbed yourself, if not your dick?" the doctor continued, irritation slipping into his tone. "You were brought in just in time. Any later and you would’ve bled out. You’re lucky to still be alive."

Shock rippled through Sabe’s spine.

"M...my... dick?" he whispered.

His breathing became shallow as he stared at his lower body, unable to see anything through the blood-soaked bandages the nurses were still loosening.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" he demanded, his voice cracking.

"You need to accept reality now, Mr. Sabe," the doctor said firmly. "The sooner you do, the better."

He paused, then continued, his voice clinical and unforgiving.

"You survived because you’re an Alpha. Your physiology saved you. If an Omega or a Beta had suffered this level of injury and blood loss, they would’ve been brought in dead. Not even divine intervention would’ve saved them."

The doctor gestured toward Sabe’s body.

"But you’re here. Alive. Even if you’re... dickless. There are still things to be grateful for."

"My dick?!" Sabe suddenly screamed, using every ounce of strength he had left.

Ignoring the nurses’ protests, he reached down with trembling hands and began tearing at the bandages himself.

"What do you mean you stitched my dick?!" he roared. "How the fuck did that even happen?!"

And then....

The memories hit him.

The fight with Alex, the rage and the knife in his hand. The sharp, blinding pain that tore through him just as he was about to cut Alex’s dick off.

He remembered freezing, the knife turning towards him. He remembered the agony.

He didn’t know how the knife had turned toward him instead. He didn’t even remember where he had stabbed only that the pain was so intense it knocked him unconscious instantly.

His hands stilled as the final layer of bandage fell away.

Sabe stared.

What remained of his dick was swollen, stitched, and reduced...no longer its usual proud size but something pitiful and shortened, resembling half a hotdog smeared with drying blood.

His scream tore through the room.

"W....what the hell happened?!" he yelled, terror and fury blazing in his eyes. "H–how... how did this happen to my precious baby?!"

The doctor exhaled heavily.

"Unfortunately, Alpha Sabe, you can no longer use your dick," he said.

The words echoed.

"We saved your life, but we couldn’t save your organ. It’s nonfunctional now. You won’t be able to engage in sexual activity, and you won’t have any sensation there either."

"Huh?" Sabe whispered, shaking his head violently. "Say that again, doctor."

His voice trembled, desperate.

"My dick... is useless?"

"I’m sorry," the doctor said quietly. "We truly did everything we could."

He straightened, professional once more.

"You’ll still experience ruts. Not feeling your dick doesn’t mean the rut cycle will stop. Instead, the symptoms may manifest differently....severe headaches, dangerously high body temperature, aggression. If unmanaged, it could be fatal."

Sabe stared blankly.

"I’ll prescribe medication to suppress and regulate your ruts," the doctor continued. "As long as you follow the prescription strictly, you’ll survive."

A guttural scream ripped from Sabe’s throat.

"ARRRGH!"

He thrashed violently, trying to sit up, trying to break free from the handcuffs restraining his wrists.

"Alex did this to me!" he roared. "That motherfucker!"

"Boss, please calm down!" Josh rushed forward, gripping Sabe’s shoulders to restrain him. "I’ll make him pay. I swear it."

He leaned closer, whispering venomously into Sabe’s ear.

"I’ll make sure he regrets ever breathing."

"You tried to kill your husband’s therapist and ended up mutilating yourself," the younger police officer cut in coldly, arms folded across his chest.

"If his therapist and friends hadn’t shown up, your husband would be dead."

"Shut the fuck up!" Sabe screamed, veins bulging. "This isn’t possible! I’m an Alpha! He’s just a Beta! There’s no fucking way I lost to him!"

"Oh, you didn’t lose," the officer scoffed. "You just cut off the wrong dick."

He shook his head.

"Congratulations, Mr. Sabe. You’re now dickless, facing attempted murder charges, illegal drug manufacturing, and prison time."

The officer’s gaze hardened.

"Your fans are gone. Your customers have abandoned you because of a harmful drug we found out your company produced. Everything you built? It’s already collapsing."

"Harmful... drugs?" Sabe murmured under his breath, the words barely audible.

He hasn’t even gotten over his dick and now harmful drug?!

Josh immediately stepped closer, his boots scraping softly against the tiled hospital floor. His jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, hesitation flickered across his face before he forced himself to speak.

"There are multiple charges against you," Josh began, his voice low but firm, heavy with seriousness. "First....you’re officially accused of attempted murder against your partner. That alone guarantees prison time."

Sabe’s breath hitched.

Josh didn’t stop.

"Second," he continued grimly, "you’re under arrest for the illegal production and distribution of a harmful drug....Fetalyn."

Sabe’s eyes widened slightly.

"Even though it’s classified as a pain relief drug, it can only be administered by licensed doctors," Josh went on. "Patients who took it outside proper medical supervision became dependent on it. Overuse led to addiction... and in many cases, life-threatening complications."

Josh swallowed hard before continuing.

"Several deaths have now been linked back to Fetalyn."

The words felt like nails being hammered into Sabe’s skull.

"Your fans from the couple-love shows have turned against you," Josh added, his tone sharpening. "They’ve condemned you for assaulting your partner and trying to have him killed just because of Matthew... your whore."

Sabe clenched his fists.

"And it doesn’t stop there," Josh said quietly. "Your pharmacy customers, your patients....they’ve abandoned you. The families of those who were prescribed Fetalyn only for you to keep administering it, only to watch it become a hard drug that killed their loved ones... they’re demanding justice."

Josh exhaled slowly, then stepped back.

Sadness was written plainly across his face.

Sabe’s chest tightened painfully.

I’m screwed, he thought inwardly.

Tears slid silently down his cheeks, soaking into the pillow beneath his head as reality finally began to crush him.

"ARRRGHHHH!!!"

The scream tore out of him, raw and broken.

"I know it!" Sabe yelled, rage distorting his face as he struggled violently against the handcuffs. "Gabe is behind all of this!"

His body shook with fury as he strained uselessly against the restraints.

"He did this just so he can be with that therapist!" Sabe roared. "He wants me locked up....erased from his life so he can live happily with that bastard while I rot in prison!"

The metal cuffs bit into his wrists as he thrashed harder, veins bulging in his neck.

"This is all his plan!" he screamed. "ALL OF IT!"

Suddenly, a calm voice spoke close to his ear.

"You need to sleep now, Mr. Sabe."

Before he could react, a sharp sting pierced the side of his neck.

"Ah!"

The doctor withdrew the syringe smoothly, his expression stern but controlled.

"At this rate, you’re going to reopen your wounds," the doctor said coolly. "The bleeding will worsen if you keep shouting and fighting and maybe you’ll even die which we don’t want here."

Sabe’s vision began to blur almost instantly.

"I’ll fucking kill them," he muttered weakly, venom dripping from every word. "I’ll kill those two... I swear..."

His eyelids grew heavy.

The room tilted and then darkness swallowed him whole.