A Not So Routine Checkup

Knocking on Recovery Girl's door, Jiro peaks her head in cautiously. Inside the air is quiet, the sunset outside peering over the beds of the infirmary. She looks around for the school nurse, her worry growing as she doesn't see a soul... She cracks the door wider, taking a step inside. "Hello?"

As she steps in further, the distinct sound of a keyboard clacking away draws her attention, or rather the sound stopping does. The office chair she previously thought empty swivels around, revealing the familiar elderly woman. She smiles, though her face looks tired and worn. "Hello dear... can I help you with anything?"

Fully stepping into the room, Jiro tries her best to be polite, standing straight and keeping her arms to her sides. "Yes? I hope so..."

Recovery Girl keeps her weak smile, before not so gingerly hopping off the chair, something that seems like a great endeavor. "Alright, take a seat over there." She gestures to a bed as she reaches for her cane.

Soon, Jiro finds herself in the middle of a routine checkup, Recovery Girl listening to her story as she checks her vitals. "-and then my boobs were bigger!" She says directly, a much different approach to the timid and nervous words she spoke to Midnight.

On her stool, Recovery Girl listens to Jiro's heart with her stethoscope. "Hm... well your heart seems healthy, perhaps a bit fast..." She says, stepping down to the floor. "And you said this just happened today?"

"Yes after class..."

"What did Midnight say when you told her?"

Jiro looks down. "She said she was going to talk to the others..."

Recovery Girl's face grows troubled. "Oh dear..."

"What?"

"Nemuri..." She scolds to no one in particular. "If you ask me, this sounds like some sort of virus... given the odd nature of your symptoms probably originated from someone's quirk..." Jiro's eyes go wide. "If Midnight went to the 1-A dorms, she could just be exposing herself as well."

Jiro feels a spike of adrenaline hit her, Recovery Girl's worry only confirming her fears. "What about you? You tried using your quirk on me when I came in right? Couldn't that have exposed you too?"

Recovery Girl nods. "Yes I suppose so... I'll make sure to keep my distance while we figure this all out." The old woman chastises herself for making such a rash decision. She's old and tired, and just wanted to go home for the night... dismissed her usual checklist in a hope that she could cure the girl's mystery ailment quickly and easily. Grabbing a clipboard from her desk, she writes down a few notes. "You said there was swelling, specifically in your breasts. Then that brain fog... Anything I'm missing dear?"

Jiro tries to think of anything else, anything that she had mentioned that doesn't fit under either category. "I guess..." She starts, suddenly feeling embarrassed again. "No... nothing."

Recovery Girl frowns. "Jiro, you must tell me everything if you want help."

The punk girl gulps, suddenly feeling a familiar tingle forming in the pit of her stomach. "Well... besides the brain fog there's uh... been something else?"

The woman waits for her to continue.

"My thoughts, they have been kinda different too... besides just feeling sluggish." Jiro plays with her fingers, fidgeting uncomfortably as the tingle within her grows to a pleasant warmth. She thinks back to Midnight, seeing her body in the hall, how her mind drifted to uncharacteristically depraved thoughts. "I've been thinking of things that I normally don't think of."

Recovery Girl writes something down. "Mm-Hmm... Anything specific?"

"Yeah... they've been kinda....... sexual?" The girl winces at her own words, only to be met with the heat inside her growing slightly hotter. "Like, when I was talking with Midnight, I couldn't look away, she just suddenly looked better to me than before? I know I sound stupid, it just..."

Nodding, the nurse jots down some more notes. "Don't worry dear, that's quite enough... you did great!" She smiles, before turning back to set the clipboard down on her desk. She huffs, that smile turning to a frown as she's relieved to finally turn away from the girl... as she too feels a strange warmth in her stomach.

"No..." She thinks, leaning on her cane and grabbing her abdomen. "Could it really be transmitted through..." Her mind runs through every option swiftly. Glancing back at the girl, she realizes her hunch may be right. Under the lights of her office and the setting sun shining through the window, a distinct sheen of sweat adorns her forehead, right where she tried to heal the poor girl.

Soon, Recovery Girl feels the heat growing more intense, putting a strain on her old bones and forcing her to sit down. She hops up in her chair, pretending to be working as she really reaches down to feel the warmth beginning to permeate her being. "What are you?" She asks the energy swirling in her. Her touch is gentle, barely enough pressure on her abdomen to feel the heat on her fingertips. She massages the area, moving lower and lower until... "Ah~" Reaching an incredibly sensitive spot, The old woman can't help but gasp, suddenly feeling the heat spreading rapidly through her.

Gripping the table, she grits her teeth as she's filled with intense pleasure. Her body grows tight... her waist cinching in underneath her belt. She leans forward, her chest suddenly feeling numb... no, hot? She tries to understand the feelings within her, attempting to attribute them to some known disease or disorder, but as the fog begins to roll over her mind she has a harder and harder time doing so. Her vision blurs, and her heart races. Staring down, she blinks rapidly, trying to make sense of what she's seeing... is she... moving away from the ground?

The short woman breathes heavily, her body growing taller, revitalizing itself with the strength of her youth. She feels the years pouring off of her, energy she hasn't felt in decades returning to her all at once.

Jiro remains on the bed, kicking her feet idly and waiting for instructions on what to do next. She tries to get a glimpse of the nurse, her view blocked by a curtain. "Recovery Girl? Everything alright?"

Suddenly the nurse stands from the chair, her movements much quicker. She smiles at Jiro, clasping her hands together. "Of course dear! Now... let's figure out what to do with you..."