Vincent and Jamie and Catarina: When Freshiedency Reaches Its End

Six Days of Separation: Day 2

We begin to shift points of view from Vincent to Jamie, because it would be nice hearing from both sides.

Jamie, the sick termite queen breeder, woke up drowsily. Her last night's sleep wasn't so good; she tossed and turned all night due to a very stiff bed and a very cold room. Her hospital clothes barely kept her upper half snug, and when she tried to wrap herself around herself, letting her six legs and two arms grip around her very soft and large abdomen just for heat, it was still no good. Her skin had succumbed to the room's eight degrees centigrade. She was fortunate that the pain of movement lessened, but was dismayed to find that her head had been constantly aching. Yet she endured it, and decided to watch TV.

Connected to her left hand and some part of her "backside" were two plastic pipes that led to blood vessels inside her body. These two pipes were connected to bottles of hanging dextrose, something which the doctors told her would be her food supply for her stay. Though her very large termite-queen-like insect-taur breeder abdomen was quite long (six something yards, I forgot), she felt the discomfort of having not laid a few eggs for a day on the rear end. To a normal Earth woman, this discomfort felt like a simultaneous need for doing a number 2 and the final moments of labor before birth.

Just then, her drider nurse came in with a special vacuum. It was a transparent vacuum with a long tube, a long and wide funnel, and finally, a small container. Jamie wondered what that could have been for, and then she asked her nurse.

"Excuse me ma'am," she asked in a feeble voice, "What's that?"

"You mean this thing?" the nurse replied, holding up the funneled end of the tube. "It's actually a special vacuum created by breeders for breeders who are too weak to follow their law of nature."

"So what that thing does is that it will be pushed up to downstairs and then gently suck the eggs out?" Jamie replied, "I hope that actually helps."

"We assure you," the drider nurse replied, "This was tested, patented, and supported by breeder scientists and common breeders alike. Now hold still." She used two of her front legs to open up Jamie's backside terminal --- the lower hole was trying to contain an egg, constantly puckering --- and two others to aim and place the funnel at the area of the lower hole. The breeder managed to keep still as the apparatus entered her, but she shuddered, knowing that the nurse had to invade her privacy (even if the nurse was female.

Jamie had to live with that feeling in her abdomen once the process was done. Her backside terminal covered up the funnel, feeling the smooth plastic funnel rub against her involuntary muscles. She began to adjust to the feeling as the nurse turned on the machine. It gave a soft hum, and its pressure marker began to rise slowly. Once it hit 0.42 psi, the nurse said to Jamie, "You can do your thing now." Jamie immediately gripped the sides of the bed with her two hands, and laid all the eggs one by one. She felt more and more relieved as each egg slipped out of her body and entered the tube. Each egg was pearly white and translucent like all the other eggs she had laid before, and each slowly went through the tube and went straight to the container. On her part, Jamie felt a wave of relief each time an egg rolled out of her.

...

After a few minutes, the nurse had to leave, and so she left the room. Jamie looked around; she was alone. That when she began to feel... overcome with lust. Her backside terminal was now "sucking" on the funnel of the machine, which still whirred slowly. A clear, translucent liquid dripped down the sides of the funnel and tube, all the while Jamie was breathing and sweating at the same time.

Oh my gods! She thought. I haven't had much fun with myself since... I forgot! Dammit! I shouldn't be doing this, but...

She let out a whoop as her backside terminal coated the funnel in translucent liquid.

After her little escapade with herself, Jamie relaxed. Dr. Markus had arrived to check on her, and he asked, "How's my patient?" He touched her neck and forehead, both of which were now not as steaming hot as when she arrived.

"Ah, your fever seems to be subsiding due to the meds I gave you," he told her, "That's good."

Jamie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your first blood test of the day will be in an hour," Dr. Markus continued, and at those words, Jamie gulped. The doctor noticed her expression, and said, "Worry not, it won't hurt as much when you get used to it."

Jamie said no word.

"Then, I'll be back in an hour!" Dr. Markus replied, and left the room.

The doctor seems tense and nervous. Jamie thought. I don't know why he's like that, but I would worry about myself first! Suddenly, she remembered the tiny vacuum connected to her rear end.

"Not unless..." she whispered to herself, and her hormones reacted along with it.

...

That night, she achieved surviving three blood tests without shedding tears. The doctor was impressed with her and wished her a good night before she drifted off to sleep.

However the doctor was still tense, because in the corridor, he had met his brother Sukram, who held a knife towards him.

"Who's that patient you were treating, brother?" he asked Markus.

"Jamie Priscilla Joule. Why do you ask?" Dr. Markus screamed in reply.

"Relax, dear brother," Sukram reassured him, "Nothing personal."

"Nothing personal, eh? I've read through your texts. You're working for Catarina still?"

"The greatest and most wanted assassin of all, no less! She wants Jamie dead, so that she could kill Vincent in his final days as President."

"How could you?!"

"If not dead, then at least separated."

"Get out!"

"But my leader, she wants them dead. To go down in history as the first assassin to kill the youngest President of Mandala "

"I said GET OUT!"

Dr. Markus pointed a hand to his brother Sukram, who then obliged and turned his back on the doctor.

However, before he left his brother's eyes, Sukram said, "Remember this, I'll be back."

In the dead of night, Dr. Markus ran away in the opposite directions of the corridor.