This is still a story of the Becoming Monsters Universe, by Ai Loves, setting used with permission. All canonical and mechanical errors are my own. The yarrb is the creation of FelisRandomis, used with permission.
Another note: some have indicated varying experiences with hysterectomies, mentioned here. Author, being a cis male, has no direct experience, but the end effect is... close enough, according to research. Still, CW for oblique references to it, and period problems.
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Chapter 26: Inside Straight
There was one more detail, later that night after we were in bed. Lucy had me nude on my back, my painfully erect dick engulfed in her amazing boobs, pumping them with focus and precision. She never stopped as she looked up at me. "Love, forgot to mention earlier. We all have tomorrow off. Emily called the hospital and cited major Status concerns, so we will have time."
I was, understandably, having some problems focusing. I will say that her and Whitney's concentration training was paying off, because it only took me a moment to do the math on the statement. "Just in case something odd happens?"
She smiled, leaned down to kiss the tip, then continued her boob-based assault. "And if nothing unexpected happens, then a day off. Now, cum for me, love. We have a
big day
tomorrow." Of course, she could absolutely back up this command, and moments later I was coating her breasts with my essence as I Fed upon her. "How is your Hunger doing, love? We've been pouring it into you as fast as we could."
Huh, it was a good question. I hadn't checked my levels in a few days... a
very active
few days. "Love! I'm at 95%! I didn't even realize how much you all had been giving me."
She looked shocked. "Wait, what? That doesn't sound right, I thought it would take three or four more days to get to that point even with everything we were doing."
"Well, the Status Screen doesn't lie. I'm really excited, but let's get some sleep. I'm not going to get all of the rest of that from you tonight." We did manage to get some sleep that night, though settling wasn't easy. Like my wife said, it was a really big day.
One which, as it turned out, started around midnight. A few paltry hours after my eyes had finally closed, I suddenly awoke to searing pain. My muscles, and it felt like
all of them
, were seizing up into an entire herd of Charlie Horses. Each nerve in my body seemed to be individually lit on fire, my skin as though a legion of red ants had fought a bitter decade of trench warfare across its surface. My choked scream drew people at a run, Lucy running to get Emily as soon as she realized who was screaming.
It calmed, very slightly, before long. It wasn't endless agony, merely the feel of floating in a nice pool of boiling oil. I could focus, I could hear and respond. Emily's power reached into my body, and she shook her head. "Lucy, I don't know what's going on. I tried pulling his wounds from him, and he feels almost exactly like yesterday. I'm going to ask something exceptionally difficult from you. Leave the room. Wake up Whitney, just in case, then try to scan the area for foreign magics. Amber, I need you to grab my kit and help set up, use your power to get the details. Bring me the Batteries, too, I don't know how long this is going to go."
I attempted to concur, I really did. The sound that emerged was somewhat croak-like and not very affirmative. She gave me a glare the likes of which I had rarely ever received, and given the kind my wife could give that was saying something. "
And you
, I thought I told you to
take it easy
."
Whitney's muffled voice: "hey! I kept him at a moderate load!"
Emily gave the door a Look that would have burnt it down if she had been anything other than our Healer, but said nothing. Emily used her ability to Borrow Pain from me at least twice, cleansing it with divine magic each time. She and Amber had an IV stand up and ready to use, but she paused before getting it started. "Jay, this is going to hurt. Pull up your Status screen, I need to know your readouts."
I complied... and recoiled. All four of my meters were under a
third
. Health, Stamina, Mana, and even Hunger. I was full four hours prior, and I couldn't remember getting into a duel to the death in my sleep. I felt like I had, and lost. Then the Status headache hit. It felt much like a hammer that had somehow been coated with low-grit sandpaper, applied to my forehead.
I must have somehow conveyed this information, though how I did so I would never be able to recall. Much to my shock, I saw Emily breathe... a sigh of relief? What? "Well, Jay, I have to say that I'm glad my hypothesis was proven right, but man is this data point going to be an oddball in medical literature. I think you just managed to clear your Critical Injury. What you are feeling is what your body has actually been trying to report to you since the Black Cat almost turned you into graveyard fertilizer."
With a heroic effort of will, I managed to two words past my lips. "Pain killers?" I coughed from the struggle of saying even that much. Emily and Amber both stopped and stared.
It was Amber who spoke up. "I didn't even hear him ask for that after the Balar. We can probably take him seriously."