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I sat awkwardly in the chair, kinda leaning to the side to keep my left asscheek raised for now. Celestia hadn’t spanked me too bad, but I think my weakness from blood loss was exaggerating it. Thankfully, I was in this chair to receive Jen’s blood.

It was dark out now, but this room’s ceiling lights continued to work. This was thanks to the fact that the others had gotten the hospital’s generator running again, and also because this room was on the side of the hospital less affected by the fire.

Nurses Redheart and Snowheart hovered over the counter nearby, laying out the equipment they would use to carry out the blood transfusion. Redheart was going over the process with Snow since Snow had a lot less experience dealing with stubborn humans like me. During my stay, my designated doctor had been the actual doctor, Doctor Horse, and Redheart was my typical nurse.

You’d think since I was a healthy young male, both active because of my work around Sweet Apple Acres and well-fed by AJ and her family, I wouldn’t have to visit them that often. However, my work was dangerous, and I’d fallen out of the trees more times than I care to admit. This led to Redheart growing more experience working with humans.

“Good to go,” Redheart stated.

Both of the nurses came over, rolling a cart that they’d covered with their various supplies. Redheart rolled a tiny stool up to my side, where my arm was already laid out on the widened armrest. Snow grabbed another one of the tiny stools and rolled herself in front of me, ready to assist her.

Redheart wrapped a thing around the upper part of my arm to… I don’t know why they do it, restrict blood flow? I guess. Anyway, once it was wrapped tight, she grabbed hold of an alcohol wipe and looked up at me.

“You ready, hun?”

“Bloody ‘ell I am!” I exclaimed with the most British accent I could muster.

Redheart rolled her eyes and carefully wiped down my elbow pit. Despite my bulkiness from AJ and her family feeding me so well, I had some pretty good veins. With me straightening my arm and her rubbing it down, one of my veins poked out submissively.

Why’d you have to say it like that?

I don’t know.

Anyway, Redheart took the needle for the IV and quickly poked it in, nailing the vein first try. Snow helped hoof her the other parts, allowing her to swiftly tape down the needle and set up the IV. I was caught off-guard by how quickly she set it up, that I forgot…

“OW! OOOOH, OH MY GOODNESS!” I cried.

Both of them were startled by my sudden cries. Redheart paused with the blood bag in her hoof.

“What’s the matter, D’mitry?”

I dramatically curled and uncurled my fingers, keeping my arm locked in place as I squirmed around the chair in pain.

“OOOH IT HURTS! OH NO! AHH THE PAIN!”

I tried my hardest to sound genuine. I wasn’t actually in any pain—I just wanted Snow to give me a painkiller. She’d told me just minutes ago (when Redheart stepped out briefly) that her room was affected by the fire, and that her stash had been burned up. This was unfortunate, but she still had the painkillers.

I continued this act, but it seemed my efforts were in vain. While Redheart set the blood bag down and nervously checked my arm, Snow huffed.

“Cut it out, D’mitry.”

Redheart met eyes with Snow, a look of confusion on her face.

“Huh?”

“He’s just trying to get painkillers,” Snow explained.

I quit dramatically squirming around and shut my mouth, as my cover had been blown. Redheart turned her disapproving gaze to me.

“Really, hun?”

“Oh come on! I’ve been in a lot of pain the past week. I think I deserve it.”

“We can’t do that for you. We need to keep a-”

“-SuPpLy oN uS jUsT iN cAsE. Yeah, whatever,” I muttered, leaning my head against my hand resting on the other armrest.

Redheart huffed too. “Well, you don’t have to be a big baby about it. You understand our reasoning, right?”

I sighed. “I know.”

The nurses continued setting up my IV and hanging the blood bag by my side. For the next couple minutes, the IV pumped me full of Jen’s old blood. That’s really weird to think about. I shook off this thought, trying not to squirm in the chair from boredom. Just a few minutes after the nurses finished cleaning up, Snow told Redheart she was going to leave to check on the others.

“Wait,” I called, “Before you go, I want to know how everybody is too.”

They both looked at me curiously.

“What, are you a princess now?” Snow jeered.

“No, but we’re a tight-knit group. I just wanna know how everybody is.”

“Can’t, hun,” Redheart replied.

I huffed. “And why not? Am I not important enough?”

“It’s not that. We legally can’t tell you, because of the HDAA, the Health Disclosure Accountability Act. It’s like HIPPA from your world.”

“Bruh.”

“I know, D’mitry, but it’s a law that we must follow. The princesses requested we still do so.”

“That makes no fucking sense. What if I just go into their rooms and ask them individually? What happens then? Do I get arrested?”

“Maybe spanked, but no. If a patient discloses their own health information to you, then that’s on them. The HDAA is just put into place for cases like this, so we don’t go off telling you sensitive information about them without their consent.”

I huffed and dramatically raised my chin. “Well, fine. Then I don’t want any of my information shared with anybody. Not even the princesses,” I scoffed.

“Good luck with that one, hun. The princesses are excluded from the HDAA.”

“That is totally unjust! A breach of our freedoms!”

Snow replied, “We’re under a monarchy, idiot. It’s their say.”

“I’m starting a revolution now.”

“Let us know how it goes,” Redheart said.

Snow grew tired of this conversation and left the room, leaving me with Redheart by my side. I needed a second to think, so we both sat in silence as she checked my IV line. After she did, she used her little stool to roll to the door and shut it before rolling directly in front of me.

“I need to speak with you, D’mitry.”

“About?”

“Our relationship.”

“Oh. Sure, you can be my marefriend. Should we keep it a secret or not?”

She shook her head. “No, D’mitry. I was gonna ask that we cool if off. It was more of a heat-of-the-moment deal anyway. I just don’t think it's in our best interest to continue.”

Now, over time, I’d learned Redheart was a pretty mature mare. She was a bit older than, say, Twi and the others, so she spoke and acted more maturely than they did.

While I was a bit disappointed that she wanted to stop, it didn’t break my heart that bad. Seeing as though I had a slew of chaotic, all-over-the-place relationships happening now, this was probably good for me too. I needed to settle my ass down so I could focus more on, you know, the fucking zombie apocalypse? Damn. I could really use some fresh zombie meat right now.

…

That sounded fucking weird. Let me backtrack. I could really use some zombie flesh to tear open and-

…

I could really use some zombies out of nowhere to come jump me so I could saw their faces off.

There. That’s better.

“That makes sense. We can cool it off, then.”

“Alright, cool. One more thing…” she said, rolling her chair up a bit closer. “Have you messed around with other mares since us?”

Oh here we go.

“Uhhhh… no?”

“That wasn’t very convincing.”

“Okay, I have, but it’s not my fault! I don’t understand why everypony is so eager to jump on my alien cock right now.”

“Rumors spread legs, D’mitry. If it weren’t for the look on Dash’s face when she told me about you, I don’t think I’d have actually tried. We’re also all stressed out about the apocalypse right now, and you gotta remember, we’re in transitory heat season, too.”

“Ohhhh, I forgot all about that! When does that end again?”

“We enter cool season next month—November.”

She was referring to their breeding seasons, not the actual seasons, seasons. I’d learned from Trixie that mares were in heat more often throughout part of the year, just like mares back on Earth, apparently. This ‘heat season’ lasted from March to October, roughly, given all mares were different. Generally, ponies were less in heat in the cool season, November to February.

Despite this, activity tended to ramp up big-time in the months of March and October, where the seasons were ‘transitioning’, as Redheart said. Mares were super horny in these months, explaining why I’d gotten so much action out of nowhere. It was also coincidentally how I’d gotten with Trixie, since I was beamed to this world in January and first stumbled across her in March. She had just fallen into this transitory heat when we met, so… yeah… right place, right time.

“So,” she continued, “I’d like to remind you how easily STDs and other infections spread with cross-species intercourse, so if you do end up messing around with other mares, I’d recommend you both get tested for them.”

“Ah, okay.”

Yeah right. Hahaha.

She spent the next few minutes explaining why it was important for me to get tested before we shifted to other, preapocalyptic stories. She kept me company for the thirty or so minutes that Jen’s blood was pumped into me, which was nice. When she finally disconnected my IV and sent me on my merry way, I decided to go check on Dash. She was probably conked the hell out by now, but I wanted to talk to her if she wasn’t.

I energetically bounced down the hall until I got to her room. Instead of knocking, I opted for slowly opening the door to see if she was up.

Creak.

Fucks sake.

I peeked through the cracked open door. Surprisingly, she was still awake. However, she was laid out on top of the bed, her front left hoof dangling off the side. She stared blankly at the wall beside her. She musta still been upset about Scootaloo.

“Yo, cuzzo, you okay?”

She sighed dramatically.

“I’m fine. What do you want?”

“I was just checkin’ on you.”

“Well, you checked. Bye.”

I debated just leaving and letting her rest some more, but if she was up still, she was in distress. I slivered my way inside and shut the door, which generated a loud, obnoxious groan from her. I ignored this and walked up to her bedside. She looked up at me, annoyed and drained of her typical energy and perkiness.

“I’m fine,” she hissed, shifting her head on the pillow to look the other way.

I crossed my arms. “You’re such a crybaby.”

“Grrrrrrrrrrrr,” she growled, shifting her head back and glaring up at me. “Fuck off, D.”

“Cuzzo. It’s okay. I don’t know where your spirit went, but Scootaloo is just fine.”

“And how do you know?”

“Easy. Redheart said she left ‘em with Cloud.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, so, Cloud was taken hostage way back, remember?”

“I do…”

“But she didn’t die.”

She looked up at me and squinted her eyes confusingly. “What the fuck are you on about, D?”

“What I’m trying to say is… Cloud’s got plot armor.”

“Oh my god,” she scoffed, burying her face into the pillow.

I sat on her bedside and rubbed her back, spending a few more minutes with her as she moaned and groaned. I asked her if she was practicing for if she ever became a zombie, which only garnered more aggravated moans and groans. While it was funny annoying her, I eventually left her to rest. She needed it.

So did I, so I made my way back upstairs to go to sleep. My sudden energy burst from receiving a full tank of blood was diminishing, and I wanted to conk the fuck out now. I made my way down the second-floor hall, taking careful steps despite being on the less-scathed side of the hospital. As I did, I noticed one of the girls leaning against the window at the end of the hall, dimly lit by the hospital’s emergency lights in the ceiling.

Jen.

I sped up to get to my room before she noticed, but she turned her head and saw me. Seeing as though we were on better terms now, I slightly waved at her as I continued speed-walking to my room. However, she disconnected from the window and started walking my way.

No. Haven’t we had enough… uh… screen-time?... together? I don’t wanna talk to her. I wanna go to bed. Thankfully, my room was close enough to mitigate her intercepting me. As I got to the door, though, she was speeding up too. I quickly opened it and slipped in, shutting it as quickly yet quietly as I could.

Ahh. Made it. I made my way to my be-

Creak.

God damn it.

I’d only gotten to the middle of my room when I turned around to see Jen slip in and shut the door.

“Bruh. I know we’re on better terms now, but I wanna go to bed.”

“Yeah, well…”

She walked up to me. The room was dimly lit by a lantern Twi had given me for my bedside. This allowed me to see that she wasn’t wearing her typical fit, which was just a plain t-shirt and blue jeans. She was instead wearing a crop top and a pair of high-waisted pajama shorts. I guess Celestia had grabbed some clothes for her too?

She didn’t stop walking up to me until she was in my face, invading my space. I mean, she still gave me a bit of room to breathe, but damn. Can you say personal? She smiled, blasting me with-

…

-blue eyes.

That sounds pretty boring, bro.

…

“I heard what you did for Abby. I wanted to thank you.”

“O…kay. You’r-... she’s welcome…”

She continued smiling, flirtatiously even.

“Is that all?” I asked.

“Mmmm, well… I know I said you didn’t have to, but I was kinda hoping that you’d maybe… I don’t know…”

She set her hands behind her back 'innocently' and continued, “...change your mind?”

I huffed. “Why do you want a massage so fucking bad? Can this really not wait till morning?”

“Now would be a better time, don’t you think?”

“No?”

“Oh come on. It's the perfect time for a massage. Tomorrow, we’ll be too preoccupied with other stuff. It’s just fifteen minutes. Please?”

“So, let me get this straight. You want a massage, late at night, in a dark room, just me and you, and what… laying on my bed? I may be slow from time to time, but I have a hunch about where that might lead us.”

She smiled teasingly.

“So? Yes. or. No?”

I debated my options, for some reason. I hadn’t expected this in the slightest. We were literally at each other's throats this morning. Well... I guess I was, whereas she was feeling some kinda way. Before I could respond to her, she raised her hand and tapped her index finger against my chest, sliding it down slowly.

“Come on, D’mitry. I just want to make amends.”

“I thought we already did?”

“We did. But if I remember right…” she said, biting her lip and raising her other hand, her fingers slowly wrapping around my hips. “...you wanted me to make amends with something else.”

I can’t believe this. I’m incredibly scared right now. This is scarier than the damn zombie apocalypse.

“Mmmm…”

“Don’t hold out on me now, D’mitry. I know you want it too. Don’t I deserve it? I mean… that is my blood that’s swimming around down there,” she teased, leaning in even closer, until her lips were beside my ear. “I think your friend is pretty happy to have it.”

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Fuck it.