“You are so bad,” Amelia said, finally understanding. “The company probably won’t be destroyed, but the board of directors will definitely attack her. Even my husband James will get attacked.”
Suddenly, a nursed called, “Family of the patient, please come in!”
Amelia and I went into the emergency room. There was a curtain, so we couldn’t see Asher. But boy, we surely hear him screaming.
Then the doctor asked the family to sign the surgery form, because they needed to operate. That much was obvious since his butt was practically glued shut.
“It’s strange,” the doctor explained seriously. “We found that the top part is still LaxaTube, but the bottom tube did contain Crazy Glue. Did you perhaps know something about this?”
“So now the patient really needs to poop, but his rectum got glued shut. Hence he cannot do any of that.”
“We must operate on him soon. If the patient kept holding it in and somehow it breaks something inside, he’s finished.”
“Then do the surgery! I’ll sign!” I stepped forward.
“Excuse me, you are the patient’s…?” the doctor asked.
“Oh, he’s my wife’s best friend,” I explained. “They were playing in the bedroom, then he suddenly ran out. I was totally confused.”