Futanari Breeding Agency Ch. 05

Waking up had never been so painful. Not only did it feel like her mind was barely functioning, but her body felt so sore she didn't even want to move. What had she done yesterday? Yeah, she remembered. She couldn't help but smile to herself as she thought back to the wonderful day she had had.

There was a strange feeling up to her nose, but as she tried to move her hand up to itch it, she found that her hand was connected to something. She tried to pull it free, but instead, she felt something squeeze down harder on it.

"Alina?" she heard someone say.

She recognized the voice, but her mind was too hazy to discern it.

"Alina, are you awake?" the voice said, this time with a tremble.

Was there an accent? Yes! A woman's voice with an accent could only mean one thing. Damn. Why was she in her room? Had she made some mistake last night that could have upset her parents? Not that she knew of. What if it was something else? She turned her head and tried to open her eyes to get another clue to what her mother was doing. The light was too bright, hurting her eyes and forcing her to close them again.

"I never thought I would see you again," her mother said, her voice breaking.

Why wouldn't she see her again? They had seen each other yesterday before she left for Julie's house, and now again this morning. What if it was something unrelated to her? Could something have happened to her father? She tried to open her eyes again, this time squinting to try and block out the pestering light. Her mother started out as a fuzzy lump, but as her eyes slowly adjusted, she could see her clearly.

She was crying. Her eyes had swelled up and tears were rolling down her cheeks, still, she wondered if she had ever seen her mother smiling so much. Why was she both happy and sad? She thought about saying something, but before she could, her mother attacked her, wrapping both arms around her as she pulled her head and back up from the bed in a close embrace. It once again reminded her of her sore body, but that didn't stop the hug from feeling amazing. She tried to hug her mother back but she felt too weak to put much strength into it. She heard her mother start to sob desperately, and she felt her own eyes tear up too.

"I love you," her mother said, barely able to drown out her own sobbing.

"I love you too," Alina said, her voice struggling to be louder than a silent whisper.

It felt like their hug could last forever, but eventually her mother got her cries under control, and the hug started to fade. Her mother gently let her slip back on the bed and she saw how she also leaned back, sitting back into the chair.

That is when Alina noticed that the room was all wrong. First, it was that the walls were the wrong color. Then she saw there was a window where the door should be. This wasn't her room. Damn! Something had gone wrong. She knew she had gone at things too hard yesterday. She must have collapsed, and they had to treat her in the hospital for it. Did that mean her mother knew what she had been doing yesterday? She tried to think, but she couldn't remember how she got home, making her worry that maybe she had lost consciousness at Julie's.

The crying from her mother made her think it must be something more to it. Could she have pushed her body so hard that it had needed to sleep for more than a day? She looked at her mother and cleared her throat.

"is it Monday?" she asked.

She had seen her friends and clients on Saturday. If she had slept all of Sunday, and it was now Monday, that could explain her mother's reaction to her waking up. Even if it felt a little bit over the top even for someone as dramatic as her.

"Oh, it is. Just..." her mother said, needing to stop as her voice broke and tears started to roll down her cheeks again.

"What's wrong?" Alina asked.

"You don't remember?" her mother asked.

Alina shook her head.

"There was an," her mother started, looking like she was going to get lost in uncontrollable sobbing again, "an accident."

Accident? Alina tried to think but she couldn't remember any accident. She remembered them all having fun out by the pool. Then they had been indoors on the sofa when it had gotten dark outside. Eventually, she had to leave and she remembered how she, Julie, Rose, and Bea had all shared a hug before she had gone out to the car. There had been a man there, and then a flash. Two flashes. Three flashes.

There was a pain in her stomach, forcing her body to cramp up. Her heart started to beat hard and fast, and it felt like it would escape from her ribcage. A machine started to beep.

"Alina, are you okay?" her mother asked.

She tried to close her eyes to get away from the flashes, but it only seemed to make it worse. Each flash caused intolerable pain in her stomach.

"Alina?" her mother screamed. "Help! Doctor."

She tried to make it stop. Tried to show her mother she was okay, but the beeping, flashing, and pain made it all impossible. She saw a figure show up on the other side of the bed, bringing a syringe up to a bag, and then it all started to fade away into darkness.

*******************************************************

"She's awake" a voice called.

Alina saw hospital staff scramble around her. One was rolling out a machine as a handful of people left the room, leaving only a woman in a white coat behind. She remembered that she was in the hospital and that she had scared her mother before she had fallen asleep again. Her stomach didn't hurt anymore, but she was worried about her mother.

"Where's mom," Alina asked.

The doctor fiddled with a controller and Alina felt how the back of the bed started to rise

"She is just down the hall in the waiting room. I will get her in a moment, but we need to talk for a bit first," the doctor said. "Are you comfortable?"

Alina nodded, and the woman sat down on the bed.

"Good. We are all incredibly happy that you are awake. Your family and friends all care a lot about you, and you have become immensely popular here at the hospital too," she said, smiling.

Even if the woman was speaking slowly and calmly, Alina could tell it was because she was going to bring up something difficult. Something she knew might upset her.

"We have a long battle ahead of us, but you have made it very far already, and with the help of everyone we will overcome every hurdle on the way," the woman said.

Alina nodded. She didn't fully understand what she was saying, but it was starting to dawn on her that something bad had happened. She thought back on her crying mother and felt how tears started to form in her own eyes.

"What happened?" she asked.

"There was an accident," the woman answered. "You were severely hurt, but you have made an amazing recovery. We are all impressed at how strong you have been," the woman said, smiling.

Alina looked away. She didn't feel strong. If anything, she felt weaker than ever before. Both mentally and physically. The doctor reached out a hand and wiped the tears away from her cheeks.

"My name is Doctor Niamh Quinn, but you can call me Nia," the doctor said.

Alina nodded.

"First I need to tell you that quite some time has passed since the accident. Do you know what a coma is?" Doctor Nia asked.

Alina nodded her head.

"Good. With the injuries you had, it is common that the body needs to be in a coma to make a full recovery. Because of that all the wounds you had have already healed," she said.

Alina moved her hand to her stomach again. If they had healed, then why did her stomach hurt before?

"As a consequence of the coma, some time has passed since you were last awake," Nia explained.

That would explain her mother's crying and smiling. She must have been extremely worried while she was in a coma, and eternally relieved when she had finally woken up. Alina felt bad she had ruined that moment with the pain and panic.

"How long?" Alina asked.

"It has been 107 days," Nia answered, her voice struggling for the first time but her smile remaining strong.

Alina's mind twisted and turned as she was trying to grasp it. She still felt as if she had been with everyone yesterday, but now this person was trying to convince her that the entire summer had passed. She looked out the window but all she could see was the blue sky. Would the trees have changed colors already? No, it would be too early for that. What about College? She was supposed to live with Julie, Rose, and Bea at this point.

"How is that possible?" she asked.

"That is a difficult question," Nia said. "For now, let us just say your body needed the time to recover. You have made a lot of progress already though. It is common that it is difficult to speak, but you are already doing very well there."

Alina wasn't so sure. Even if she could speak, it felt difficult, and it was hard to form longer sentences.

"There will be things that we need to remind your body how to do. It has probably forgotten how to walk, and it might not remember how to handle food," Nia explained.

It sounded silly that she wouldn't remember how to walk. Yet from how her body felt sore, she understood it might be strange to use it again. Food on the other hand. She didn't feel hungry at all. Her belly gave a loud rumble, but even if it felt empty, she didn't feel like she would be able to eat. How could she not be hungry after over one hundred days of not eating?

"How about if I send for some food, and then we ask your mother to come in here?" Nia said.

"Okay," Alina answered.

Alina watched as Nia stood and walked out of the room. She knew she needed to show her mother she was fine now. That whatever happened last time she woke up, was just a reaction to waking up from the coma.

Not surprisingly, her mother was crying again when she came into the room. Alina tried to not join her this time, but her eyes couldn't help themselves.

"I'm sorry," Alina said.

"What for?" her mother asked, stepping up to the bed and taking Alina's hand.

"Everything," Alina said, hoping it would explain.

"For being the most wonderful daughter a mother could ever dream of?"

No, Alina thought. For ruining the moment when she woke up.

"For being so strong that nothing can keep you down? For being alive?" her mother asked.

No. For almost dying, Alina thought. She still wasn't sure what had happened, but from everything she had been told, she started to feel like everyone was surprised she was alive.

"For being the most wonderful woman alive, having made several women fall in love with you?" her mother asked.

No. No, no, no. She looked at her mother. Did she know?

"I got the food," Nia said, stepping into the room pushing a tray.

Alina wanted to ask her mother more, but with the doctor there it didn't feel like the right time. She wondered what had happened to all of her friends from the agency. Worst case scenario they might not even know what had happened to her. Surely, they had the measures to have learned about her accident, but what if they thought she had been ghosting them for the last months? Her mother's words made that unlikely. Could she ask her mom about them?

"The food here is good," her mother promised.

"Just remember your body might not remember how to do everything. Small bites and take it slow," Nia said.

The tray was put over her legs. The plate was filled with potatoes, fish, greens, and a sauce with a slight hint of yellow. It smelled divine.

"It is common that it is hard to swallow. It might take a few days for you to get used to it," Nia said.

She picked up the fork and tried to split one of the small potatoes, but it felt awkward, and she gave up as her fingers seemed to forget to hold on to the fork, and she caught it just as it was about to fall into the sauce. Her mother looked at her with pride, and she knew she had to make this work. With a firmer grip of the fork, she instead cut off a piece of fish, and then scooped it up on the fork with as much sauce as she could get and moved it up to her mouth.

The entire bed started to shake, and she was sure it was an earthquake until she looked at her mother and Nia that stood there watching her as nothing had happened. She knew how to eat, but somehow her body struggled with the movements. Sauce dripped down on the tray, and Alina managed to move her head down to the fork and catch the fish just as it was about to fall.

The taste of the food was overwhelming. She tried to force herself to chew, but every bite made her taste buds go wild, almost making her forget what she was doing. She tried to swallow, and she realized she didn't know how. Normally it went automatic, but now when she tried nothing happened. She tried to use her tongue to push the food back. Activating the muscles that would guide the food down, but instead she coughed.

She saw it made her mother worry. Her instinct was to spit the food out, but seeing her mother made her try to play it cool instead, chewing the food some more, and then tilting her head back, hoping it would help her remember. This time she got it down into her throat, but then it got stuck. She desperately tried to swallow over and over again, until something clicked and the food went down.

"Are you okay?" her mother said.

"This is very normal. Try drinking some water, and then try taking smaller bites," Nia explained.

It didn't feel normal. It felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. She had to drop the fork and let her arm rest on the bed.

"Mash food," Alina said.

She was tired. Her mother took the fork and mashed the fish and potatoes together with the sauce.

"Dad?" she asked.

He must be worried too. She wanted to show him that she was alive.

"He'll be here soon," her mother said. "You need to eat some more."

Alina tried to find the fork, but her eyes kept closing and she lost track of it.

"I think we better let her rest again," Nia said.

Alina wanted to protest, but as she felt the bed recline there wasn't any power in the world that could keep her eyes open.

*******************************

"You are starting to get good at this," Nia said.

It felt silly, but Alina couldn't help but smile. This was the second time she had been able to finish a plate on her own. It felt like an accomplishment. Like she had taken a big step towards becoming herself again.

"Thank you," she said.

The last week had been difficult, but she had been making progress.

"I am ready for walking training," she told Nia.

"We will be doing something else today. A surprise," Nia said.

There was excitement in Nia's voice, and that spurred Alina on too.

"What kind of surprise?" she asked eagerly.

"First we need to get you out of bed," Nia said.

With the doctor's help, Alina sat on the edge and stood up. Her legs wobbled, but by leaning on Nia she could walk the few steps to the walker.

"Where are we going?" Alina asked.

"I will show you," Nia said.

Nia stood behind her as Alina started to make her way out of the room.

"Turn left," Nia instructed.

Turning was still a problem, but by splitting her weight between her arms and one leg, she could turn one leg at a time. They always turned right for walking training. There was a private room with all kinds of help for learning to walk again. She hadn't even been to the left before. That part alone was exciting. Her world had been so small since she woke up, but today it would start to grow.

"It will just be around the corner here to the left," Nia said.

Alina hurried as much as she could. So far they had just been in a corridor, but as she saw around the corner, a big waiting room opened up. A reception with a nurse behind it, and two nurses standing on the other side of the desk. They had both been in her room to help her before.

"Hello Alina," they said, waving at her.

"Hey," Alina answered back, not brave enough to lift her hand to wave back. She was already getting tired, and she feared if she didn't have both arms to support her, she might fall.

She felt Nia's hand on her back urging her to continue. The seating area was big, full of sofas and chairs. The only two people there were someone she knew very well.

"Hey, mom and dad," she said.

"Look at you," her mother said, stepping up and adjusting her clothes for her.

A nurse had helped her put on regular clothes by rolling back and forth in the bed, and she hadn't bothered to check how they looked as she got up.

"Was this the surprise?" Alina asked.

She had seen her parents every day. Not a great surprise, even if it was in a new location.

"You need to promise to tell me if you get tired," Nia said sternly.

Alina nodded. She knew the drill. If she pushed herself too hard, there could be setbacks. Still, she had been with her parents' plenty of times already, and they knew about it too. She saw her mother fiddle with her phone. Was she typing a text message? She never sent messages.

"What's going on?" Alina asked.

Nia pulled up a chair and helped Alina sit down. Then she moved the walker away. She was facing two elevators. Everyone had a sneaky look on their faces. She was scared to ask, but in her heart she knew someone was coming. They had positioned her with a perfect view over the two elevators. Since she woke up, she had only seen the hospital staff and her parents. Nia said it could be dangerous to her recovery if she met more people too early. Was she ready for it? Part of her was ashamed of someone seeing her in her current state, but at the same time, the excitement made her heart pound hard.

There was a ping, and then the doors to the left elevator opened. Millie and Cindy came out first. Then Evelyn and Mrs. Swan. It was too much. She felt her lower lip start to shiver, and she knew she would soon start to cry. Another ping and the right elevator opened too. Bea and her sister Julie were there, and Rose with her daughter Tilde. She tried to stand up, and Nia was quickly there to help her.

They all greeted her, but she was too taken to speak. They had flowers, gifts, and cards, but she didn't care. Seeing everyone was all she cared about.

********************

"I will be with you in a minute," Nia said, poking her head through the door before rushing away.

Alina looked up to acknowledge her doctor and then as she disappeared her eyes wandered back to the pad. Nia had put in pictures of everyone that was, or had been, part of her recovery. Mark and Charlotte from the ambulance. Charlotte had been the first to bring her back. She was glad she couldn't remember that.

Sophia was the head surgeon, leading the teams that took care of her at the ER. Three teams operating on her in shifts until she became stable. Three surgeons and twelve nurses. Getting a clearer picture of her injuries made her realize how amazing they must all be. She wanted to know all their names when she could finally meet them. Say thank you to everyone that had saved her life. Nia too. Nia and the people that were helping to take care of her now. All the nurses that came in to check on her, and that have helped her every day when her body had been sleeping. It had been a shock to learn that there was a whole team working behind the scenes. Nia had daily talks with psychologists and physiotherapists. The rules said that she could only have contact with a limited number of people for now. Nia had been picked as the person to handle it all together with some nurses. Alina was grateful for that and she wasn't sure anyone else would have been able to help her this well.

"Sorry about that," Nia said, coming into the room.

"Is everything alright?" Alina asked.

"Yes. I just had something I had to get," Nia said.

Alina wasn't convinced. Nia seemed flustered, and she normally always made eye contact with her, but now her eyes seemed to wander.

"What is wrong?" Alina insisted.