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“Congratulations, Ms. Xiao Long, you are not pregnant.”
“Don’t scare me like that doc,” I said with nervous laughter, “so what can we do about my problems?”
“Well galactorrhea is often caused by elevated prolactin levels driven by medications, pituitary tumors, thyroid issues, or hormonal imbalances. But your preliminary test rule those out. Have you been very sexually active recently? I ask because excessive breast stimulation can cause milk production when not expecting.”
“Nope, not at all. That’s how I knew I wasn’t pregnant before I came to see you. And I doubt Beacon cafeteria has any food options that could cause this?” I said with a side glance at the room across the hall. The room I knew he had occupied for the last three days.
“Definitely not,” the doctor replied before adding, “we don’t have any breast pumps on hand, but I’ve put an order in for you. Should be here on Monday.”
“So, can I skip classes today? Long weekend sounds nice when I’m sore like this.” I asked hopefully, once again looking at the door.
“Sure, I’ll notify the staff that you are excused. We will need to monitor you for a bit, so don’t hesitate to come back if there are any changes.” The school doctor started to type on her scroll before handing Yang a plastic bag with brochures. “We may need to run more test next week but here are some guides to expressing and storing your milk.”
“First, eww, why would I do that? Storing I mean, obviously?” The doc reaches into the bag and pulls out a pamphlet about orphanages, hospitals and the like taking donated breast milk. “Oh, okay, I’ll read this and think about it. Promise.”
“And to answer your next question, no, we don’t know what is wrong with Mr. Arc.” The doc looks over at the same door, “the headmaster says it’s better if he stays here, but he won’t tell me why. Did you know his transcripts were fake.”
I couldn’t meet the doctor’s eyes as I lied. “No way? Really?”
“It’s true, and it means we can’t get a family history to see if that would help him.”
“Why not?”
“Jaune Arc didn’t exist until a few months ago, and he hasn’t woke up for us to ask. That being said he’s not quarantined if you want to go in. His partner is in there now, and your sister said she’d come by after class.”
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After the doctor left I knocked lightly on Jaune’s door before opening it and I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my lips. Not only did Jaune look gaunt and pale, but Pyrrha looked ready to collapse as well.
“Hello Yang,” the champ said in an exhausted rasp. I ran to the sink and poured a cup of water and handed to her.
“How about you not talk until you drink this.” I said while gently guiding Pyrrha’s hand up.
After she finished the cup she smiled weakly. “Are you feeling poorly, Yang?”
“I’m great. Just a check up.” I answered. “You, however, look bad. You should probably go lay down. Or! Or I could drag another bed in here and you could sack out with Jaune?”
“That’s very kind,” Pyrrha moved in for a tight hug.
“Ow!”
“I thought you said you were okay Yang.” Pyrrha said quietly as she loosened the hug. She didn’t quite let me go, but she could now lean back and look me in the eyes. “Of course you’re not much better at lying than Ruby.” Pyrrha closed her eyes and rested her forehead against mine.
“Sorry P-Money. Just didn’t want to give you anything else to worry about. Your plate is full taking care of our boy here.” I will admit I was a little nervous, because Pyrrha’s grip was really tight. Not enough to hurt, but enough to…warn?
“Is he? Is he our boy? I tried my blood, but it didn’t work. Of course I should have known that, he’s not a thing of darkness, Yang.”
“Huh?”
“It would have been preferable for it to be me. But he adores your whole team, so I’m just happy it’s wasn’t Weiss.” The green eyes opened again, staring into my own.
“Again with the, huh?” I didn’t think of myself as stupid, but this was definitely confusing.
“He needs bound. He’s not from around here and needs nourishment. But not just anything will do, not for a prince.” Pyrrha gently kissed my cheek as tears streamed down her own. “I can’t, no, I won’t force you. He’d never forgive me, and it might not work if you are unwilling. We don’t know what rules apply.”
“You want me to feed him my breast milk! Are you insane?” Luckily I didn’t have to struggle to get free of Pyrrha’s grip. The Champ just let go and looked down sadly.
“I don’t even know if it would work. But the legends say…” Pyrrha was openly crying now as I slowly walked backwards until I felt the door. “Please! I’m begging you to try.” With that plea ringing in my ears, I sprinted out the door cursing my sore boobs with every bounce
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“I didn’t know you could read,” Blake said as she looked up at in me in my bunk.
“Ha, ha. You’re so hilarious.” I deadpanned back. While annoyed by the interruption, I couldn’t say anything without a pot and kettle reference being made and she knew it. “Blake, you’ve read a lot?”
“Yes,” her partner answered hesitantly.
“In fairy tales and such, what would need human breast milk to survive?”
“I may need more than that, Yang.” Blake replied.
“Like something that looks human, or faunus, but isn’t. Oh, this might be important, some of
them drink blood instead of milk!” I was racking my brain trying to remember any other clues Pyr might have mentioned.
“Oh, do you mean a Aos’si?” Blake asked.
“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking,” the exasperation clear in my voice.
Blake disappeared from view for a few seconds before popping back up with a different book. “Here, read chapter two while I grab a shower.” I opened the book but couldn’t concentrate on it as Blake uncharacteristically started stripping down without going into the bathroom first. It was a gorgeous sight when her school uniform was off, watching her back muscles move as she unhooked her bra. Suddenly Blake stopped to sniff the air. “Mmm. Something smells delicious, like sweet milk.” Luckily I had time to hug a pillow against my chest to hide the two wet spots on my teeshirt before Blake turned towards me. Damn she was hot standing there in just a pair of panties. “Can you smell it, Yang?”
I just shook her head, not trusting her voice at the sight before me. Blake just shrugged, which tricked me into loosing eye contact for a second before turning back and walking into the bathroom. With a steadying breath and started reading.
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Saturday morning started with an assembly for the whole school. When my team entered we immediately noticed two things; the entire staff was dressed in black, and JNPR was nowhere around.
Headmaster Ozpin stepped up to the podium. “Students, I have the sad duty to inform you that we lost one of our own late last night.” No! It couldn’t be! “Huntsman and Huntresses often fight un-winnable battles, and last night Mr. Jaune Arc lost one against his own flesh. A memorial service will be held tomorrow should any wish to attend. I ask now for a moment of silence to honor the departed.” The quiet murmur lowered slightly in volume, enough that Yang could clearly make out the sobs of her sister, who was being hugged by Weiss and Blake while pressing her red cloak into her face to muffle her weeping.