Emergency!

“MR SMITH! Is that a phone I see!”

Ohh the day couldn’t get any worse. A tick mark was almost visible on Mr Porter’s forehead as he made his way over to your desk as you tried to cram the buzzing phone back into your pocket.

The rest of the class had stopped to stare as if watching a car accident, which was closer to the truth than you would like. If the teacher found out why you got the message and then the rest of the class found out…followed by the whole school……and then your mother…..

You would be dead! Socially and Physically!!!!

You started to sweat buckets as he reached your desk and stared down at you with a, what you would call, sinister look.

“Something you would like to share with the class? Hmmm?”

Your eyes darted around; looking for any way to escape and it looked like the teacher wouldn’t be giving you much time. Before he could say something though your guardian angel appeared knocking on the door.

Opening just a second after the last knock, brilliantly shifting attention from you to the new entrant, a woman entered. With brown hair and blue eyes it was…the Principle!

At around 30 years of age Mrs Daniels was quite a loved principle, being understanding to many student problems and helping them when she could having started here 2 years ago. Quite young for a principle she made up for it with how efficient and caring she was with her student body and faculty.

It was harder than one would think to find someone that actually disliked her, it was the opposite in fact. With her long legs and beauty many of the boys in school had secret crushes on her, many referring to her as a cougar if they thought they could get away with it. At that moment you didn’t see and Cougar, you saw a damn Angel that had just swooped in and saved your ass!

Mr Porter, (The only one that didn’t turn when the door was knocked on), finally looked away from you and was caught in bewilderment as he met the principles eyes. You also had no clue what was going on right now either, but you did know you were running out of time.

“I’m sorry to disturb Mr Porter, but Mr Smith has an urgent occasion that has just come up. I was just informed that he will have to take the rest of your class and the day off. If you would like to get back to your class I’ll take him off your hands, I’ve heard it’s very urgent.”

All the eyes of the other students locked onto you once more, this time with a weird look in their eyes. Which you could boil down, translated to, what the hell do you have going on that required the principle to come get you?

Hopefully they thought it was something to do with your family. You didn’t need to be given another opportunity though, quickly grabbing your bag and feeling the buzzing in your pocket you almost bolted out of the room, the principle hot on your heels.

You tried not to run and opted to do your best speed walk as you thought of where you had to go. You knew that you needed a safe place to transport and weren’t sure where you could get somewhere without other people catching a glimpse of what was about to happen. The clinic didn’t want it to become public knowledge yet that they were using such technology to get donors around. Something you could agree with.

As you were thinking of where to go, the Principle grabbed your hand and started to pull you away, giving you a surprise.

“Where are we going?”

The words popped out of your mouth before you could think them and Mrs Daniels stopped pulling you for a second giving you a look over her shoulder. Her face was unreadable, her eyes boring holes into your soul, silently judging you for a few seconds before she spoke up. Her voice was professional and clipped as she continued to tug you along.

“Don’t worry Mr Smith, I have been informed by the clinic on what is happening and why you must quickly leave, you can safely do so in my office, I know you don’t have a lot of time to go much anywhere else.”

Your eyes bugged out of your head as the full situation set in. She knew…she knew you were a….

“Yes Mr Smith I know you are a…Donor. I was informed the minute you were accepted into the program, I was assured they would tell you this fact. Was I misinformed?”

Now that she mentioned it, Dr Veritas had said that those in charge of the school as well as others around him that needed to know would know.

Of course she knew.

That didn’t help that you were now feeling self-conscious. You knew what people thought of Donors, it wasn’t a well looked upon profession (Was it classified as a profession?…ah who cares). Though you didn’t know her personally, you did feel you would be affected if this nice woman was to look at you in disgust.

It was almost as if she read you thoughts as you reached her office and looked back at you. Her face softened and her professional demeanor diminished as she gave you an understanding look.

“I’m not one that will judge you Mr Smith…I know just how hard it is for a patient and what can happen when they have not had a proper dosage in time. Thankfully my husband keeps me properly…inoculated every day. I will not judge you when you are helping someone in need.”

You just knew you were giving your best impression of a gold fish as her words registered in your mind.

She hadn’t said it out right, but you could read between the lines, heck it wasn’t even that ambiguous, she also had an addiction that she thankfully had her husband for. It changed everything you thought you knew about your principle and the rumors that flew around about her.

Heck none of the student body knew she had a husband!

Not that they should know such personal information.

You looked down at your phone once more as the timer slowly reached zero. Not a second later the familiar yellow hole in space appeared ready for you to step through.

You caught a small amount of surprise in your principles eyes as she looked at the portal, but she said nothing and gave you an affirmative nod. One you returned as you left. Taking a deep breath you took a step through the portal.

You shook your head clearing it up from the sudden disorientation, that was unusual, that was the first time that had happened.

Before you could dwell on the thoughts a hand grabbed you by the shoulder and moved you towards the Dosing room.

“Good, you’ve arrived, we’ve been waiting.”

Clearing your head you realized that the hand pulling you along belonged to Dr Veritas, though looking at her side profile and slightly disheveled hair she was in a rush and a little panicked. You didn’t even need to ask what was wrong before she started to explain.

“Your Patient is in critical need of a dose, her brain waves are spiking sporadically. It suddenly dropped 5 minutes ago, we think it’s because she just….she has been over working herself for the last few hours, stressing her body out beyond usual. We think that the extra strain depleted some specific hormones that have caused this sudden onset craving and episode.”

You were shocked by the words but then set in a grim determination in your heart, this was what you were recruited for! This was why you became a Donor!

“We didn’t notice her abnormality after she got back until it hit. If we leave it much longer she might slip into stage 2 of the addiction, which requires a lot more doses regularly and other drawbacks we don’t want to see happen. We need you to give her a dose as quickly as possible.”

Dr Veritas gave you a look at the words, still dragging you along as she did, the seriousness in her voice spelling out the situation you now found yourself in. Dread filled your heart when you heard the news of the addiction ramping up a level, you weren’t sure what that meant but you didn’t want to find out. You sucked in a cold breath of air as the final door separating you and your patient disappeared.

“You can count on me!”

You could feel your body was still very tired after Gym class and you didn’t know if you could get it up that easily, but you would. You would because you had to, Diana didn’t have time for you to fool around.

You were going to save Diana!

(You know going forwards, if I continue to write this I think I will keep this same type of arc format.

AKA:

2-4 chapters of set up.

1 maybe 2 if it big Chapters of Erotic Content

1 follow up chapter to finish the arc.

Then a rinse and repeat moving the story forwards.

Yes that means the next chapter is Erotic. Hopefully it turns out good.)