Girl had to be hospitalized for wanting to use a pe..

Girl had to be hospitalized for wanting to use a pe..

According to initial reports, the teenager had been alone

in her room when the incident occurred.

It is believed that the act may have been driven by curiosity,

misinformation, or a lack of proper sexual education.

Unfortunately, the consequences were far more serious than she expected. The

pen caused internal lacerations and significant tissue damage,

which led to bleeding, pain, and the risk of infection.

She was quickly taken to the hospital,

where doctors performed an emergency surgery to remove

the foreign object and prevent further complications.

Medical staff were able to stabilize her condition,

but experts warn that the situation

could have easily resulted in permanent damage to reproductive organs,

life-threatening infections like sepsis,

or even death had she not received urgent care.

In light of this troubling case,

doctors are urging teens to avoid inserting any non-medical or foreign objects into their bodies,

emphasizing that such action

s are not safe and can lead to irreversible harm

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