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@oznl The one on the product page? Or which one? 

Up with the sub in a wet Kiddo Premium Night diaper, about to get wetter thanks to morning coffee.

I'm starting to think that deception is going both ways. One way is selfish deception and the other way is "let's pretend we do not know the full story, but keep starving you of any negative judgement so you can finally open up" deception.   It looks like soon there will be no more need of any sort of deception.

"Heavy flooding with a risk of localized mud slides likely...."

Chapter 8 - Surgeries, Recoveries, and Testing ========== Sarah felt groggy as she woke up in a sterile environment where the smell of cleaner was all-present. She knew it’d been at least a couple days of being at a hospital after the rescue had happened. She recalled clinging to the fox-lady as hard as she could when she was grabbed, unsure who was grabbing her and trying to stay close to who she could trust, only to fall asleep again from exhaustion once she was in the car. The initial pair of days she remembered rather well, being fed her first day before she was given an IV while being laid on a table. A machine slowly hummed and slid the table she was on back and forth, much like some of the other scans she had heard of back on Earth. When she rested in the absurdly childish ‘bed’ with netting, she felt mildly claustrophobic and trapped, so she used her power to undo the top and fold it out, making herself feel better without giving them much reason to fear her trying to escape or fall out or whatever this was for. After that? She couldn’t keep track of time. She was constantly in some kind of fog, struggling to think coherently other than the growing number of aches and pains that she was facing. She was knocked out at some point and she remembered waking up with severe pins and needles in her hands. Later as the pain dulled but was still problematic, the nurse came and undid the side netting, then stepped aside to reveal the vixen she recognized and a tan calico feline with black striping on their face and a white underbelly showing under a low cut shirt and denim overalls. She only remembered how they talked quietly to and about her, their touches stayed pleasantly soft, and she thinks she might have teared up mildly, but she briefly closed her eyes and the next thing she knew, they were gone. Day after day a routine was mostly followed. Waking up to being changed and cleaned with some basic wipes, sometimes being fed a small breakfast. When she didn’t have breakfast, she was given medication and knocked out only to wake in the afternoon with a new section of her body aching and tingling, first her feet and ankles, then her throat, then her chest and abdomen. Time would pass in almost silence until she and her IV was checked, she’d be cleaned if needed, then given some dinner. After most dinners, the vixen came back, sitting next to the ‘bed’ until she had to leave. Sarah guessed it was some limit on visitor’s hours or a busy schedule, but she appreciated someone seeming to care what’s happening to her beyond some professional duty to. Sometimes, the vixen talked at her softly, speaking about things she almost understood despite her brain not wanting to parse out the words, other times she would just be quiet and cradle Sarah’s head with a thinly furred hand. The cat came with her less often, but they were just as gentle. The cat talked with more eagerness, and her voice carried more easily, letting Sarah process what was being talked about more easily through the pain and possible painkillers. “You won’t believe how soft the bed is. I’m almost jealous.” The calico said to her, “We built the frame ourselves, it’s got a stair-ladder we can hook on the side for when you’re strong enough to climb in and out yourself. Under it we’ve got a desk and reading nook with a couple shelves and a curtain so you can be alone and out of sight when you want to do whatever.The other side’s gonna have a bunch of your supplies, and right next to the bed we’ve got a big dresser-changing-table thing and a desk for Wend to work at while you rest and play. Oh, and the other day we just got all the framing for some shelves done so we can start stocking some toys for you once they’re done being painted and mounted.” <You ramble so easily… I don’t think I like the framing of you seeing me as a child, but… it’s nice to feel like they’re going out of their way to make me feel welcome.> Sarah thought to herself and only let out a heavy but contented sigh as the words distracted her from the aches and pins and needles coursing through her body. <This is nice. If I can’t go home right away, maybe they’ll let me crash there a while- wait, that’s what they’re talking about. Right. Still dopey from meds.> She gradually felt better as time went on. She estimated she had been at the hospital for a solid ten days minimum, maybe one or two more since she struggled to tell time for some of it, and she was starting to feel significantly better. Much of the pins and needles were going away, and very slowly, she could feel the control of her extremities returning. She was surprised at lunch that day when she met a familiar, lion-like person who entered her care-room and took a seat where Miss Wendy often did. “Good afternoon Sarah, I think that’s your name, yes?” They asked, eliciting a nod from Sarah. “Good. I’m Doctor Uldo. I’m happy to tell you I’ve been the doctor performing your operations to undo the damage you were given in Vallis so you can be back to normal and appreciate your cooperating with us as we worked together.” Sarah’s eyes went wide and she wanted to push herself to get up, but she felt a twinge at her abdomen that made her stop and she slowly lowered herself back down, mouthing as widely as she could manage, ‘thank you.’ “You’re quite welcome. I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but please believe me when I say we are terribly sorry you had to put up with a lot since you came to Beryllia and not everywhere is like Valis, the nation that we think allowed those hardships to happen to you.” Dr.UIdo said, pausing to study Sarah with an attentive gaze. Sarah only nodded, and he continued. “I need to verify something, if you would, and this will help us a great deal if you can. We believe you may have developed or discovered a talent for telekinesis, and that affects how we can treat you. Are you aware of this talent or what that might mean?” Sarah paused, frowning as she debated how to best explain. <It’s not like he’s giving me a pen and paper to write an answer with, and I don’t want to make it look like i’m stealing anything from him or am a threat if they’re helping me recover from my forced handicap… let’s demonstrate it then and try to learn what I can.> She decided, looking up at the netting and used her talent to carefully lift the netting and held it in place at the ceiling, zipping the fabric to the fastener all the way across, then undid the process to put it back and looked at the doctor. “It seems you aren’t sure but know you have it. If I got you a pen and some paper, will you be able to use it to answer some questions?” Sarah nodded slowly. <I think so. I’m going to want some answers too, you know.> “I’m glad to hear it. I won’t be able to let you keep them out of safety, but being supervised should be fine.” Dr. Uldo answered, then began explaining. “When someone has a talent, like Telekinesis, they undergo some tests to measure how strong they are with these talents. With very few exceptions, talents are considered to be a very positive ability for the furson and can even help them find a career or role within their society. The only downside is telekinesis in particular can be very draining to test for. If you do it properly, you’re going to feel cold sweats and exhaustion at first, and it’ll ease up over the next couple days as you recover, but won’t cause any problems for your recovery of all the physical issues we’re trying to help restore. Do you think you feel strong enough to do it?” <You have a way to measure the strength of this power, this talent? I don’t care if it causes temporary discomfort, I’ve dealt with worse at this point.> Sarah nodded twice. <Besides, I want to know how strong this is and it doesn’t sound like it’s out of the norm for people here!> “Wonderful. We can begin right away. We’re going to get you wheeled off to a testing room to get that started, and we have everything we need to make you comfortable after the test is ready.” the doctor said, moving to stand up, then apologized as he started lifting the net into place and fastened it. “Unfortunately, despite all of your cooperation and lack of regression, it is hospital policy to have all people your size and smaller netted for their own safety. We’ll get it undone once you’re in the testing room just so you have a clear view of the testing machine, so please just bear with it.” Sarah nodded again. She could live with that. None of these behaviors seemed malicious to her before and she was finally going to learn more about this power and how common or rare it was! <I’m mildly concerned about this ‘regression’ process they keep referencing. I should try to remember to ask about it.> She was wheeled out of the room only a minute or two later, taken to an almost empty room save for a curious machine. The machine had two black, metal legs that seemed to be bolted into the floor, a white cross-bar halfway up, and on the platform was a handle hanging below a bell. On either side of the bar that held the bell there were blocks of machinery with one side showing a display. Dr. Uldo was already there, interacting with the machine while the nurse placed the mobile bed along a wall opposite to the machine. “Sarah, I’m going to walk you through what to do now.” Dr. Uldo informed, “This device is going to measure your talent for telekinesis. My nurse is going to take this end of the measurement tape and hold it at arm’s length, about the point you would be able to hold it once your hands are more healed. We do *not* want you to try to hold it, just let her hold your arm out and hold the end in your palm. Do you understand?” Dr. Uldo asked and waited for Sarah’s nod before he continued. “When I tell you, you’re going to reach out with your talent to grab this bar here, and you are either going to push it straight down or straight up. It doesn’t matter which, as long as you only do the one. You are going to push with your talent almost as hard as you can, doing what you can hold for one minute. If you stop before that, we have to try again. When I tell you, after that minute is up, you are going to push as hard as you can until it feels like you’re about to be sick or about to pass out. You can stop at any point once you reach that feeling. Do you understand? You grab this,” he paused, touching the bar in question, “push it up or down for one minute, then when i say, you push as hard as you can and stop when you’re about to feel sick or pass out.” Sarah nodded, though she felt nervous. <to the point of being sick or passing out huh? That’s not comforting. I hope I don't actually become sick… Does that mean my trying to lift Charles’ end table making me feel chills wasn’t quite the limit they are worried about?> The nurse walked over and grabbed a plastic-looking ball on a string, dragging it out toward Sarah before carefully maneuvering Sarah’s left arm one-handed and lightly held the ball in Sarah’s cupped, outstretched hand. “The machine is ready when you are.” Dr. Uldo informed. Sarah took a calming deep breath, letting it out as she felt that power-sense reach out to the bar and take hold of it. Thinking back to her time with Charles, she gripped it firmly and lifted, grunting as she tried to force as much power into the power as possible. “That’s it, keep pushing. Don’t forget to breathe.” the nurse warned.  <Lady, This isn’t exactly easy for me to do!> Sarah panted as she stared at the bell with intense concentration, shakily letting her breath come out then sharply coming in as she pushed back up to close to what she wanted, counting as she went. <ten… eleven… twelve…> This continued in almost quiet, her strength feeling like it wanted to flag, but she pushed harder when she noticed and the nurse reminded. She felt the cold sensation creeping over her face and shoulders, working its way down her body. It felt like almost a lifetime of effort before Uldo finally gave his signal. “And full strength! Whatever you have left Sarah, you’re doing great!” he said in a slightly raised voice. Sarah grunted, her breath being held as she pushed as hard as she could. The coldness swept over her stomach and down to her waist before she suddenly let go, feeling a burst of nausea as her eyes rolled and she looked wearily up at the ceiling. No sooner than she did so and the doctor opened a drawer out of her sight. The nurse lifted her up carefully, holding her face down above a pan hastily placed below her. Both of them encouraged her to breathe and while she tried, only seconds later she was losing what little she had in her stomach. She closed her eyes and just let the unpleasant sensation flow over her until at last she hung limp, similarly unhappy that she was feeling clammy and uncomfortable down below. “Looks like she’s starting to recover, please start cleaning her up when she has.” Dr. Uldo said quietly, removing the pan and putting it on a separate tray before moving to the machine. Sarah felt the hospital clothes being taken off her and she was too tired to care about how she was wearing next to nothing before the nurse took what little she had off, disposing of the temporary article and began wiping her down thoroughly with practiced efficiency. “You did really well Sarah. It often takes most a few tries to follow the instructions fully, but you did it right the first time. It feels terrible, I know, but I think you’ll be very pleased with your results.” Dr. Uldo commented as he tapped the screen on the device and then on his tablet. “Do you want to know how they turned out?” Sarah looked groggily up at Uldo, past the nurse who was still wiping down just about all of her body. She gave three nods. <Yeah, I really wanna know if it means feeling *this bad* in the first place. I just wish I weren’t butt naked in front of you both-> “The amount you lifted was about 9 kilograms on average. If you were an adult furson, which is what this machine converted your data to, you could move 28 kilograms for one minute at a distance of ten meters from your palm.” Dr. Uldo replied with a smile, “That places you at a level 2.4 telekinetic, and a T2 will be displayed on your ID when you get one. With time and practice, you could probably train to be a T3 or so, lifting around 18 to 20 kilograms for a minute where a furson would lift about 50. Realistically, you shouldn’t try to lift anything heavier than 9 kilograms up to ten meters away if you don’t want to feel drained quickly.” He paused, then looked at Sarah as she stared blankly. “You don’t know much about talents I assume?” Sara smirked mildly during the explanation, trying to piece together the information and infer what she could, but when asked directly, she had to shake her head. <I get that’s how you categorize this, but I don’t know your power scale or what that means other than how much i can lift and how far away.> Sarah chuckled silently for a second, still not sure what they were talking about, or just how strong that talent really was, but she wasn’t about to argue. “Let’s explain the basics then. Talents are rated on a scale of zero to five.” Dr. Uldo explained as the nurse started to fit replacement garments onto her. “Zero is no ability at all, one is minimal ability, two is the lowest level of practical use and able to supplement people’s work, three is moderate strength to the point it could help find work, four is very strong and often decides careers, and five is exceptional strength or ability. Some of the strongest users of telekinesis can lift over 500 kilograms of mass from ten meters away. A human having a talent and landing between tier two and tier three? Those odds are about one in a few hundred, give or take. Humans having a talent at all is about a one in twenty chance as best we’ve been able to tell, so you got very lucky.” Sarah nodded again, slowly since she still felt a wave of nausea and discomfort, but she tried to disregard it to focus on the present. “Are there any other talents you have?” Dr. Uldo asked. Sarah blinked, looking at him with confusion, narrowing her brows, and tilting her head to the side. <What does he mean? What others are there? Why are they asking about this?> “Ah, you don’t know. Not a problem. Here’s what I’ll do,” Dr. Uldo informed as the nurse finished zipping up the fresh onesie to keep her warm. “We’ll give you an hour to recover, then you can fill out some forms using your talent under supervision. After that, you’re getting some rest and we’ll be going over the details with Dr. Chambers when she visits. That’s the lady who brought you to the hospital. Tomorrow, I’ll set aside the time to get you that pen and paper we talked about so you can ask questions of your own. The day after, we’re going to be doing the last and biggest surgery to fix you up, and then we’ll be monitoring your recovery until you get discharged.” Sarah could only give another nod as she started to feel particularly tired again. She felt herself almost floating as they moved the bed out of the room and back to her prior children’s room. ---------- Wendy and Lizzie arrived for another visit, going to the secretary and signalling their intent to spend time with Sarah, but were paused at the desk. “Dr. Uldo wants a quick word with you before visitation. Let me page him.” The secretary warned. Wendy looked slightly concerned but said nothing. Only a few seconds later, Dr. Uldo came around the corner. “Ah, right on time.” He commented, waving them over. The pair followed to a meeting room just down the hall from where Sarah’s room was, and he closed the door behind them. “Is everything all right?” Wendy asked with concern. “For the most part, yes. I just had a couple updates for you.” Dr. Uldo answered. “I have some good news, Sarah’s talent for telekinesis has been measured. She did everything right on the first try, and she’s a T2. Adjusting for her size and mass and the distance to the machine, she was able to lift the equivalent of about 28 kilograms of mass at ten meters. Her ‘real’ safe limit is around 9 kilograms at ten meters, more as she gets closer to herself. The only downside is we don’t know why our scans would suggest she has a particularly potent talent unless there’s a second talent she hasn’t betrayed her knowledge of, or she doesn’t know she has it herself.” “Are we still sure they have a strong talent or a second talent at all?” Lizzie asked, looking at Ulbro with an almost intense curiosity. “We can never be completely certain of course,” Dr. Uldo recognized, “but the studies I’m referencing were put together last year. Based on the several hundred talented humans being compared to the fifty-ish we know are ranked three or higher, her brain’s markers match those who either have a singular strong talent of 3 or higher, or are multi-talented, or both.” “Should we be doing anything to help find that out?” Wendy asked with mild concern for Sarah. “Just keep an eye on her. If she does have a second talent, it will show up in the course of her next year for certain. If she starts making observations about others’ emotional state, seeing things from where she normally couldn’t, if she suddenly makes something appear or disappear from her hands or talks in your heads without speaking, that’s when you can let us know what we’re testing for.” Dr. Uldo informed. “Just anything else that she might not normally be able to do.” “That’s empathy, clairvoyance, telepathy, and teleportation as the other main talents if I remember right. We should be able to watch for that.” Wendy answered with a nod. “There’s another one too, isn’t there? Is that a concern at all? Or is it just not possible in humans?” “I really wouldn’t say polymorphism’s impossible, but it’s rare, especially for dual-talented humans. I wouldn’t want to set any expectations for it unless you see any signs for it.” Dr. Uldo warned, raising his hands in mild defensiveness. “What would be the odds, just out of curiosity?” Lizzie asked. “Let me look.” Dr. Uldo said, loading up the relevant information on his tablet. He took a few taps, and a minute later, he went over it. “I warn you now, these are rough numbers, and again, I need you to not place undue expectations on her or that could affect her wellbeing.” “Of course Doctor, we both have in our promises list for caring for her that we’ll accept her as she is, whether she has it or not.” Wendy reassured, “I think Lizzie just wants to know whether we would go get a lottery ticket after the year’s up.” “Yep!” Lizzie answered readily as she grinned, her tail flicking playfully into Wendy’s. “Fair, but I really wouldn’t count on it.” Dr. Uldo responded with a chuckle before straightening and summarizing, eyes glancing across the screen. “Across Feldria, we estimate around twenty thousand humans and littles. Out of them, there’s only just over a thousand registered with any talents, 50 of those have any degree of polymorphism. Only 5 of them have polymorphism and another talent. There are no known cases of three or more talents in humans in the thirty years since the registry was founded. Since Sarah’s already rated with telekinesis, it would be very surprising for her to have any other talents. Only about .4% of humans have two talents according to the last survey.” “When was the last time the human talent survey was updated?” Wendy inquired. “Three months ago.” Dr. Uldo informed. “Sounds like a lottery night if she were that lucky.” Lizzie teased. “Let’s not assume her luck becomes ours Liz.” Wendy teased back, “Regardless, she’ll be perfect just the way she is even if she didn’t have a talent.” “I know, I know. I’m just being playful.” Lizzie continued to smile. “Like we said before, we’ll look after her regardless of any talent at all.” “Is there anything else?” “Yes, actually.” Dr. Uldo said, “She is communicative using pen and paper, and she was using her talent to hold everything so she has reasonable coordination with her talent already. She may still benefit from a trainer, but it’s reasonably clear she has the basics handled. We spent two hours overall yesterday getting as many details about her and her medical history that she could give. I’ve forwarded a copy of everything along with the locations that she gave so DHLS can find her old life and start piecing everything together. Once her identity is confirmed, she’ll start being processed through for adoption, though nothing will be official until the traffickers are sentenced and she’s released from state custody. The best part is she was thorough on addresses, dates, identification number, even some certificates in some states, meaning her fingerprints will solidify what we find. DHLS is going to figure out who she is far faster than most lost littles.” “Oh! That’s really good news. I’d love to find out more about how she got to where she is, learn about her, and get to know her. Her medical records would be really good to have.” Wendy echoed, “The more we know, the better we’ll be able to adjust to her needs.” “Absolutely. I have one last thing for you before we wrap up. Tomorrow, we’ll be starting the reconstructive surgery as her hopefully final operation.” Dr. Uldo explained, warning, “It’ll be her biggest surgery and the most taxing, so she won’t be available for visiting tomorrow but she should be stable enough to visit the day after. We’ll be closely monitoring for any sign of infection and complications, but if there aren’t any after the third day, you'll be safe to take her home.” “That means we’ll be able to take her home on the weekend, right?” Lizzie confirmed, smiling, “that’s practically perfect.” “If all goes well, yes.” Dr. Uldo answered with a smile. “I’m glad you’ve both been here for her throughout these procedures. I’m convinced it’s done her a lot of good. That’s it from me, enjoy your time with her and I’ll see you when she’s ready for discharge.” Wendy and Lizzie both left the room and went straight to see Sarah. The room was kept dim that day compared to others, and she laid still without the netting being open as it usually was. They gently opened the side so they could both place a hand on her like they usually did, and started telling her about their day and what they learned about her. ---------- Sarah remembered she hadn’t gotten any dinner the prior night, something they had done a few times before and each time it meant being knocked out and waking up an indeterminate amount of time later feeling sore. This time had been no different. She barely woke for breakfast time, feeling mild pangs of hunger and wanted to request food when the nurse came in, but she attached something to the IV and within minutes she was out cold. The next thing she knew she was groggy, barely able to move as she flitted in and out of consciousness with a significant pain in her lower abdomen and crotch. She would have groaned in pain but all she could do was almost cry before she felt like she passed out again. The next thing she could feel was the familiar fur with a lightly earthy scent pressing against her cheek, a light stroking of her forehead accompanying it. It was a comfortable feeling amid all the aches and pains, now especially so. “She seems so out of it still.” The feline’s voice floated across her ears like it was teasing her brain. “The doctor said there was some followup treatment but everything’s anchored correctly now and she just needs rest.” The vixen’s words followed suit. Her hand twitched, struggling to put together any words and she tried to move her arm clumsily outward. She flinched as the IV reminded her of its presence, but then another hand reached for her arm and held onto it for her. “Think she can hear us?” Sarah slowly, despite the sluggishness, tried to move her head into a yes, but all she could do was move it more side to side rather than up and down. “No?” the vixen chuckled, “Maybe she can but is still struggling through the knockout drugs.” “So she’s fighting through that too huh? What a trooper.” the feline encouraged. “Well, we still get to take her home tomorrow. She should be stoked. We’ve got a couple dozen outfits, all the supplies we could think of and look for, her furniture’s gonna be ready to put in before we pick her up, and then we’ve got two weeks of maternity leave to just look after her!” “Easy Liz,” The vixen said softly, “We don’t want to scare her. You heard her agent, it’s approved adoption leave. Her case is officially recognized as a byproduct of trafficking and we-” “I know Wend, I know. It’s also about to be winter break, so it’ll be a nice long vacation for you in the middle of slow-but-suddenly-problems season for me.” the feline answered calmly, though still sounding mildly pleased with herself. “Just let me enjoy it for what it is and put the technicalities aside for a bit.” “Yeah, I can do that.” the vixen agreed, quiet flowing into the room. Sarah opened her eyes slowly. She saw the pair of them looking at her. Contentment filled her chest for the first time in months, maybe years. She shifted her head slightly, just enough to put more of it into their hand, then let herself fade into a near-dreamless sleep.