Moving to the World of Streamers 28

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This is the second longest chapter out of the series so far - and it is mainly focused on plot - but fear not! At the end of everything, there will be a 'reward' waiting for you! :D I hope you enjoy learning about the prototype, our character's backstory and everything surrounding it!

After the cliffhanger from last time, I'm sure you are all eager to get back into it, so without further ado, happy reading! Here is a quick recap:

• In the 'prologue' Emma was testing whips on Jaime and Lily. She intended to give you one as a birthday gift to use on Bella, since she's such a brat.

• While you were eating breakfast, Tina came to your apartment dressed in sexy, pink lingerie - ready to seduce you despite Sydney having forbidden any of the girls from having sex with you, in order for you to have a lot of cum stored for a large group birthday facial.

• Tina at first acted like her submissive self, but after a while of you refusing to give her the desperately desired order to take out your cock, her horniness overwhelmed her. She mercilessly rode you until you blew your creamy load inside her, and then she peacefully fell asleep on top of your chest.

• After the two of you woke up, you talked about life. The topic of marriage came up, and you said you want to marry Sydney, Jodi, Tina, Miyoung, Rae, Leslie, Aria, Poki and Emi someday. You don't know how yet.

• Tina said she would certainly say yes, but is happy with the knowledge that you deeply love her and her friends.

• Tina then left to meet the other girls at the party for some preparations, which soon turned into an all-out orgy.

• Sadly, you never made it to your first birthday party in years.

Vileheart waited for you to open the elevator, and then ambushed you in your apartment.

• After he tortured you, tying you to a chair and threatening to kill all your girlfriends and more - you broke. You caved and gave him what he believed to be the prototype. Five glass vials filled with a shimmering purple liquid.

• After that, Vileheart leaves. He got what he came for, and he kept his word of keeping you alive. He threw the detonator away, and luckily it didn't activate on impact with the floor. In a short moment of clarity, you managed to destroy it, and then rushingly stumbled to the window, checking if everything was ok.

• You couldn't see the OTV house due to your vision being too blurred from running against the glass wall. After Tina picked up the phone, which you previously dialed in your panicked frenzy, and confirmed that everyone was ok, the adrenaline wore off and you passed out.

• The last thing you heard were armored boots swarming your place and someone shouting out to you, grabbing your chest and arm. Yet this may have been your brain playing tricks on you... who knows... it's all getting so dark.....

Moving into the World of Streamers by TD23

Chapter 28:

...So, let me tell you My Story

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"you know... I never liked visiting you at the hospital..." you hear a familiar male voice alongside the steady, electronic beeping as you blink a few times in quick succession. Slowly, the light returns to your eyes. The white hospital lights are blinding you. You cough a bit.

"Buddy? Are you awake?" The voice gets excited, and you can feel someone gripping onto your right arm with both hands.

"

..m...m

....Mike?"

"Yeah! It's me buddy! Can you hear me?"

"y..yeah.. umm.. w—w why? w-wha---"

You are still a bit disoriented, but then, like a flash of lightning, your fears and worries all come crashing back in.

"

TINA!

AND THE OTHERS!! Are they okay?!?!" You jump to sit up in the bouncy bed.

"Yeah yeah calm down buddy calm down! They're all fine! There was nothing there, no bombs, no gas, no nothing. Vileheart was bluffing. The detonator he used was just some radio parts and blinky lights put together, nothing that could even transmit a long-range signal" Mike calms you down by placing his hand on your shoulder and gently pushes you back down into the soft hospital bed.

You let out a relieved sigh as you sink back into your comfortable pillow.

As you relax, your attention is turned to a sudden commotion outside your rectangular room. Listening closely, you can make out some muffled voices. Angry. Desperate.

Worried.

Suddenly, the door is shoved open and slams loudly against the wall, leaving a mark in the concrete. It was opened so forcefully that intruder has to stop it from ricocheting back into their face. Within the next four seconds your ears are filled with shrill voices. Your head starts to ring again, just like it did at your apartment.

"YOU'RE AWAKEEE!!

FINALLY!!!!"

"OH MY GOD I WAS SO WORRIED!!"

"THANK GOODNESS!!"

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE ALRIGHT! THANK GOD!!"

"OH MY GOD ARE YOU OK?!?!?"

"ARE YOU?!?!"

"COME ON!! SAY SOMETHING!!"

"WHY AREN'T YOU SAYING ANYTHING?!??!"

You see Rae, Leslie, Aria, Poki, Jodi, Tina, Syd, Miyoung, Jaime, Kyedae, Emi and Emma all flooding into your hospital room, with other girls trying to squeeze through the narrow door behind them. Their shouting completely overwhelms your barely awake senses, making you feel dizzy again.

"Oh my god what's going on!! Why are you looking at the ceiling like that?!??!" Leslie shouts in a panic.

"Girls,

girls! Girls please!

" Mike makes a calming gesture with his hand, hoping to take the wind out of your girlfriends' sails.

"That is why we told you to stay outside! He's been through a lot and needs a calm environment to wake up!" an annoyed female voice comes from outside the room. You don't recognize it. But everything is a bit distorted right now.

The spoken chaos returns as many women speak over each other, arguing with— or rather, screaming at— the uniformed guard positioned outside your door.

Mike sighs again, somehow managing to shut it all down.

In a soothing voice, he speaks: "Let whoever is closest to him stay in - or as many as can reasonably fit, and the rest will sadly have to wait outside." He takes a breath, smiling warmly at your weak face as your eyes meet. "They love him" he states into the room. Then, quieter, he adds something with a sly grin, his words only intended for you. He chuckles friendlily as he whispers, adding a playful wink at the end of his tease: "I told you to live it up, but I didn't think you'd get a whole Harem"

After a bit more rumbling, the girls already in the room get to stay, and the other party guests, including the guys, reluctantly have to stay outside. You noticed the heavy weaponry on the guard outside, and it looked like she wasn't the only one.

Mike really brought the cavalry...

"

Ok now

what is going on?!?!?!?

" Rae asks agitated.

"

Yeah tell us!!

"

"What happened?!? Who beat you up so badly??!?!"

"And why?!?!?!"

You raise your palms. "girls... please... I can't speak if you're all shouting at me..."

"sorry..." they all utter in unison. Yet they only say the phrase without actually stopping their nervous interrogation.

"Okay, so Vileheart came to my place to---" you start to explain.

"WHO IS VILEHEART?!" Jodi interrupts.

"The guy who tortured me"

"And why?!?!?" Miyoung and Tina both ask with a shriek so loud that anyone could hear it.

"because he wanted to get the prototype I---"

"What prototype?!??!?!?" Rae and Leslie shout, leaning their whole bodies into the scream.

You place your hand on your forehead as you shake your head, trying to focus despite their shrill volume.

"It's the cure I developed for my disease"

"WHAT DISEASE?!?!?!?!?!?"

everyone but Kyedae panicky screams in your direction. The girls are standing in a half-moon around the foot of your bed.

Kyedae lets out in confused agitation: "I thought you were misdiagnosed?!?!?"

***WWWWHHHHAAAAAAAAATTTTTT?!?!?!?!??!?!?!!?!***

Even Kyedae flinches now at the loud outburst coming from the other women.

"WHAT DISEASE!??!? WHAT MISDIAGNOSIS?!?!?"

You sigh defeated, not being able to sink any deeper into your pillow.

You look over at Mike, trying to get clarity on the situation: "...is it over? Are we sure? How long have I been out?"

He reassuringly places his hand on your right shoulder and smiles encouragingly: "yeah. It's over. Interpol has all the evidence they need and as far as I know they are currently cleaning out their operation" "The secrecy is over. You can tell them"

You let out a relieved breath.

The room has become quiet.

Everyone is staring at you. Confused. And worried.

Once more, you sigh, sitting up in your bed, trying to find the courage to share the story.

"Is this the big secret you told us about? Back in the sex gym? The one you couldn't share with us?" Poki asks with a surreal calmness. You don't notice Mike's questioning glance upon hearing this hottie so casually mentioning a sex gym in front of everyone.

"yeah..." you mutter. "I've wanted to tell you guys the truth about my past for so long... but I didn't have the courage... I didn't want to risk your lives..." you ramble on, looking at your bare feet hidden beneath the slightly greenish hospital blanket.

There is a deafening silence in the room.

The girls are all looking at you.

Waiting.

You sit there motionlessly in your hospital bed with a tingling pain racing through your entire body. A panic slowly rises within you as you picture how they will react. It's a lot to take in after all. You've had the best of reasons to keep this secret, but does it matter?

Will it matter?

You shut down these thoughts and focus.

You can see it all flashing before your eyes, like through an old-school camera lens.

You try to order your thoughts and get ready to finally tell them the story.

Your story.

You look back up and meet the eyes of your first girlfriend.

Reading your hesitation, Sydney warmly smiles at you. She lovingly says: "Take your time. Start when you're ready :)"

Her loving voice fills you with strength.

You take a deep breath.

"...So, let me tell you My Story"

You make a brief pause.

"It all started when I got my final diagnosis"

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"Good morning"

"Good morning" you reply to the pretty, brunette receptionist.

"Do you have an appointment today, Mister?"

"Yes, 11 o'clock with Doctor Whitman"

As the young woman checks her computer you take a moment to look around in the office. You did all the other examinations and tests at a different doctor and some at the hospital, so you've never been at this particular specialist.

It's a pretty bland looking white room. The only visible wood is the bright oak on the receptionist table, and there is one large plant beside it, standing in a flowerpot on the ground. The plant is almost as tall as you and its large green leaves emit a somewhat quieting, calming presence. You look at them for a while.

There is a miniature version of it standing behind the receptionist as well, although this one is clearly made from felt by a child.

"Is all your data still correct?" the woman wakes you up from your trance.

"uh, ye—no, actually, I'm insured privately now"

"Okay... ah we got that already, you're insured with Futu'R'us? As CEO?"

"Yes, that's correct"

She smiles up at you. "Securing our future with BioTech Solutions" she repeats your slogan. "I can see your company building from my house" she sounds friendly, apparently wanting to make some conversation.

You give her a half-hearted chuckle.

Well, I hope I'll be securing my future...

"Yeah, Toys'R'Us was my favorite store as a child. I thought it would be a clever pun" you say with a sympathetic smile.

Before you can continue your conversation, you are interrupted by a

*bing*

and your name pops up on one of the blue screens.

"Door 4, alright" you say under your breath. "Nice meeting you!" you wave goodbye as you look for the right number on the doors.

"

Byee!

~"

"Good morning" you politely nod after knocking and coming in.

"Good morning! Please, sit down Sir." The doctor greets you and stretches his hand out to point with a flat hand to a chair opposite of him. He is an older gentleman with glasses and a white beard, wearing a typical doctor's outfit. His white coat is slightly wrinkled. He has a certain grandpa charm, despite probably being in his late fifties.

"Impressive Start-Up you have created here in town" the doctor praises you after you sit down opposite of him in a comfortable dark wine-red chair, one of those that you would expect to see in a pub in England, not necessarily at a doctor's office.

"Thank you" you nod, keeping your answers short. Given everything you've heard from nurses or other health professionals so far, you aren't looking forward to this discussion.

The doctor wants to start with some Smalltalk, however, noticing your demeanor, he stops himself and cuts to the chase.

With a deep sigh he begins: "There's no easy way to say this, but..."

"...you have an immune disease. You "

Fuck

The doctor keeps talking, yet you blank out, your internal monologue going wild with two sides of your personality arguing with one another.

FUCk ffuckk fuck

Oh come on

Shit... what the fuck

....

What do you mean why are you reacting like this?! You knew!

YEAH fuck I knew... but... I still had hope...

Bro you founded a whole company already to save you, you had no hope!

Yeah but I kept everything super vague! I always wanted to start my own company at some point, so it had nothing to do with that!

Yeah right... you kept everything vague because you knew something was wrong, but you had no idea what's going on! You're not a medical student! You watched some YouTube videos!

Come on! I had the doctors explain it to me!

Yeah right, and you understood that about as well as you're listening right now

...

Come on, get it together, this is serious! You knew this was coming, now pay attention!

...I

PAY ATTENTION!

"... sadly, at this point we don't know of any treatment that would work nor do we have access to any sort of cure." "..." "The good news is that for the most part, you shouldn't notice any major impacts in your day-to-day life... you may find yourself falling ill more frequently than usual, with flu and other infections becoming more common over time. Eventually, your weakened immune system will lead to health complications that could be fatal."

"I recommend staying inside, not exposing yourself to---"

"How much time do I have left?" you bluntly cut him off. Your voice is cold, empty, and your body barely moves. Your eyes are glued to his face.

He looks at you sympathetically and sighs.

"...Based on these tests I suspect about eight years before your immune system reaches a critical weakness, but that does not mean you will die then. As I explained, your condition won't kill you itself - at least not quickly. You are much more at risk dying of a secondary disease before that, although if you isolate yourself, you may live much longer."

He hesitates for a moment, mulling over whether he should add this next part.

"Yet in any case, I doubt you will make it past 35."

You fall back into your comfortable chair from your previous forward crouched position, letting out a deep breath, trying to accept his words.

"I know.. I'm sorry..." the doctor continues, avoiding your eye contact for a moment, looking at his pencil holder. It is a slightly transparent yellowish cup, with most pens being yellow or red themselves. Some green. Two of them are children's pencils. One has a rubber elephant on top of a tiny metal spring, and the other sports a giraffe.

After some silence, you start speaking again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay... I didn't understand all of that. Could you summarize what's wrong with me, in simple terms, please?"

He weakly smiles at you. "Of course, something like this is always a shock. In simple terms, despite your young age,..." he pauses for a moment, thinking up a good metaphor. "Despite your young age, you have the immune system of a fifty-year-old, and on top of that it seems that your body does not properly remember previous infections, meaning that it fails to create antibodies with which it can fend off diseases that you have already encountered more easily. This means that no matter how often you catch a cold for example, it will always be as bad, and if this development trend continues, it will actually get worse, and... eventually, you will die."

".. of a cold?"

"Of something. Side effects maybe. Your airways might get so irritated that they start bleeding due to excessive coughing. In the worst case that may lead to suffocation, or..." he stops and gestures with his hands that he doesn't have a specific answer for you.

"This is a very rare case, you will probably become a case study... but I don—" he stops himself, realizing his inappropriate attempt to deflect from the somber mood.

"you don't have a lot of hope?" you quietly finish his sentence.

"..." "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

".." "That's okay." you respond.

"Could you... could you walk me through everything, how it all works, with my immune system and all that, in detail, please?"

He hesitates for a moment, looking at his computer screen.

He seems to be guiltily debating something in his head, yet then calls his receptionist to move his follow-up appointment to the afternoon and then looks at you again. Clearly, your discussion will take some time.

"Alright, so, from the beginning" he weakly smiles at you, showing you your file which contains all the tests, hospital records and what not since you were first admitted at age fourteen.

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Leaning back in your chair, taking a deep breath and rubbing your eyes from exhaustion, you say: "so.. if I found some way to jump start... maybe boost my immune system, then... then I could live a normal life?"

Clearly not used to having a patient like yourself and seemingly getting desperate with his answers, the doctor replies: "If you did that, then yes, but as I said, there is nothing on the market capable of doing anything like that"

With your hands on your head, you stare at the ceiling.

Yes...

not yet...

~~~~~

"but... you were misdiagnosed, right?" Kyedae repeats her earlier question when you pause for a moment.

"Misdiagnosed? What do you know?" Jaime looks at Kyedae.

"What?" multiple girls let out.

"How could you keep this from us?"

"That doctor sure wasn't subtle..."

"That's insane!!"

The room breaks out in chaos.

"What does Kyedae know?" Jodi points at the young girl with her thumb while looking at you.

You stutter: "I... at a weak moment I shared that I was sick once with her, she was telling me about how it feels to think you'll die before 25, and I felt like I could relate"

"But you didn't share this with us?!?!"

Sydney accusingly speaks out.

"I'm sorry

I

..."

"So were you misdiagnosed or not?!" Kyedae interrupts you, restating her earlier question, stomping on the ground with her right foot to show her adamance on getting an answer this time.