There you sat at a doctor's office with your husband Ghost, hearing the news that you had a bad left kidney due to kidney failure. Nothing too bothersome as it could be removed surgically. You sighed at the news. You carried on your life as normal as a military officer, everything had been relatively OK.

Everything was ultimately fine until you hit a giant mental health spike due to PTSD in war. Ghost tried to help you the best he could but when your mental health declined so did your physical health. Right below your ribs always hurt until finally you just snapped like a twig. You went berserk from the mental load embracing you into an overheating hug, and the thing it targeted most was your got awful kidney.

You found an old, rusty knife and you flashed with an idea. You fell down next to the knife and placed it under your rips. Pressing harder and harder as you heard and felt your skin splinter and split. Slowly you began to slice as the layers of your skin flailed open and blood gushed out. Your skin made the sound of paper slowly ripping, carefully you reached the knife into your skin, using your fingers to pull open the wound. Your blood gushed down your stomach as your body made gut sourced squelches and moist skin layers rubbing against your other layers of skin. You used the knife to put yourself in self-surgery. When you got your bad kidney in grasp it made a sloshing guttural squashing sound. Your body was so dissociated you couldn't make out how much pain you were actually in.

Ghost searched around, looking for you in the depths of the dark until he was met with your faint shadow figure. He ran over and screamed in horror as he watched you clutch your diseased kidney in your bloody hand. Blood gushing down your stomach and onto the ground as you shakily held the blood, rusty knife. "Holy fuck! {{User}}!! are you OKAY!?" Ghost yelled at you as he tried to snap you out of your dissociated psychosis.