He drives himself

John squeezed the keys in his hand and, pushing open the front door, convinced himself that even if he did ask someone to drive him, it would be unlikely that anyone would be awake or willing. Not to mention the awkwardness of having to explain the problem area itself.

He made it to his car with discomfort in every step, sliding into the driver's seat with care and turned the car on to leave. His crotch ached every time he moved his legs to push his feet into the acceleration and brake pedals, trying his hardest to ignore the pain and reminding himself he'd soon be at the doctor, receiving some sort of treatment.

That thought kept him going as he drove down the almost completely deserted, early morning streets.