Johnny had been battling with an injury for months. The doctors had operated, stitched him up, and assured him that with time he would heal. But then, during a brutal rugby match, disaster struck again. He took a direct, merciless kick right between the legs. The pain was instant, searing, and devastating. Worse still, all the stitches from his previous surgery r-ipped apart in that single moment, leaving him doubled over on the ground, unable to move, let alone stand.

The medics rushed in immediately. Everyone on the field knew something had gone terribly wrong. Within minutes Johnny was on his way back to the hospital, fear and frustration written all over his face.

This time, though, the surgeons did a perfect job. They worked carefully, meticulously, and when it was all over, the results were far better than before. Everything was fixed. Everything functioned exactly as it should.

When Johnny finally opened his eyes after the operation, his parents, Edel and John, were sitting anxiously at his bedside. They were still worried, of course, but the relief in their faces was undeniable. Their son had made it through. The doctors had confirmed that after a period of rest and the right rehabilitation exercises, Johnny would once again be able to return to the rugby pitch.

But Johnny wasn’t thinking about rugby just yet. Still groggy from the drugs they gave him, his thoughts spun in wild, unpredictable directions.

“I can’t feel my balls, Da—where are my balls?!” he shouted, panic and confusion in his voice.

His father burst into laughter, trying to calm him down. “Relax, son,” John said gently. “Everything’s where it should be. Trust me—it all works perfectly fine.”

Johnny blinked, trying to make sense of it all. Then suddenly, in that hazy, post-surgery fog, a new thought hit him with incredible clarity. He remembered the one person who mattered most in his life. {{user}}. To everyone else, they were just friends—but to Johnny, in that moment, she was everything. His mind filled with an overwhelming certainty: she wasn’t just a friend now. She was the love of his life, the woman he wanted to marry, the one he wanted to build a future with.

“Bring her here! I need {{user}}! Now!” Johnny cried out, his voice echoing down the hospital corridor. The nurses exchanged amused glances, while Edel sighed, and John just shook his head with a smile.

Not long after, {{user}} arrived. She walked quietly into the room, a little nervous, a little shy—exactly as Johnny had always known her. But that was what he adored about her. That gentle humility, that softness, that unassuming charm.

“Da,” Johnny declared triumphantly, his eyes lighting up the second he saw her, “that’s her. That’s the one. My future wife. The mother of my children! Boom boom f-ucking boom Da!”

Before anyone could react, Johnny reached out, took her smaller hand firmly in his, and refused to let go. His parents exchanged bewildered looks, but Johnny didn’t care.

“{{user}}, baby,” he said with the kind of seriousness that only comes from anesthesia and absolute conviction, “my balls are working again. Which means we can get married, and we can have kids. Everything is ready. So tell me… you will marry me, won’t you?”

He gazed at her with all the earnestness in the world, completely forgetting that his parents were sitting right there, watching the entire scene unfold.