The modesty of the ten- year-old boy had just returned.The modesty of the ten- year-old boy had just returned. I smiled reassuringly. "Ah, Doctor, I think my young friend here wants some privacy." The boy breathed out gratefully. The doctor nodded. "Kathy, I think our patient might like a drink of lemonade." The nurse smiled. Ten-year-old boys were like that. One minute they were totally uninhibited, the next, terribly modest. The boy had just spent the last hour stark naked in the surgery and now he was worried about the woman seeing him. She left as the doctor gently pulled down the sheet. I swallowed and felt my rage building as I saw the boy's injuries again. The 'golf-ball-size' scrotum had deflated. It was still an ugly purple and black color but at least most of the swelling had gone. Little more than an hour ago it had looked as if it would burst any second. The boy's little penis was also badly bruised. It seemed awfully small. There was a thin rubber catheter inserted into the tiny orifice in his foreskin. It drained into a plastic flask that lay between the boy's slender thighs, taped to one leg. I gasped as I saw that the flask was half- full of dark brown fluid. The doctor nodded as he saw my concern. |