Kellan knew he had nothing to fear. He knew that he was in good hands. He had taken the MoviPrep concoction, which consisted of a sickly sweet drink.
He had consumed 2 litres of the stuff. Then he became a frequent visitor to the loo until there was nothing left to expel.
Right now he was wearing a hospital gown and a pair of rather attractive paper pants with a slit up the back.
Easy access for the doctor. He knew he wouldn’t feel a thing and that it was a routine procedure.
After the sedation, he floated away, and when he awoke, it was all over.
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