Part 9: Cleanup

Part 9 in LFN Park's series.

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The giantess felt uncomfortable in the medical room. It wasn’t the decorum; the walls were a pleasant lavender in color rather than stark white and the furnishings were much more appealing than the back alley shops she’d been taken to in the past. The table Bubbles sat on was pleasantly cushioned rather than harsh metal, a flexible light hanging over it. A cabinet and sink were off to one side where her sweater and muddy jeans were piled, her boots on top. She fidgeted in her bra and panties, one hand idly adjusting the ad hoc bandage in her eye socket. 

Her cyclopean eye snapped to the door as it opened. She felt a slight relief when she recognized it as Margaret. She was the oldest person she’d seen on the estate, well past 60 (she never asked her exact age…) with crows feet at the corners of her brown eyes and mouth. Her dark skinned jowls sagged slightly from age, and her grey hair hung well past her shoulders. Staring at her over horn rimmed glasses, her demeanor reminded Bubbles of victorian school teacher; unforgiving and harsh. She was the third person she’d encountered that held no fear of her amazon size and muscles. Margaret snapped on blue latex gloves hanging from her pocket, regarding Bubbles with a coldness that made her spine tingle. 

“How’s Maki?” Bubbles asked hesitantly. 

“Twisted ankle. She’ll be fine in a few days. Diana’s bandaging her up now.” Margaret sighed, pulling a pen light from her pocket. She grasped the bandage from her eye socket and carefully removed it, tossing it into a waste bin near the cabinet. Margaret grabbed the giantess’ head and tilted it down, shining the light into the empty cavity. 

“You let this get wet.” She clucked sharply. 

“It was unavoidable.” Bubbles murmured, watching her hawk-like eyes judge her. She snorted derisively, tilting her head to one side. She twisted her head once more, shining the light into her blue one uncomfortably. 

“Any head pain?” She clicked the light off, rough fingers and sharp eyes peering at the cut on her forehead and the ugly bruising on her cheek. 

“No.” 

“Probably no concussion. Doesn’t look like anything’s opened with your missing eye. I’ll flush it out and watch for infection. Cuts a little deep, but fairly minor. Let’s see your side.” Margaret tucked the light back into her pocket as Bubbles lifted her arm, revealing the deep purples and blues on her side. 

“You bellyflop into a tree, child?” Margaret sighed, prodding gingerly at the bruise. Bubbles winced, gritting her teeth as she stared down at the older woman. Her mind turned, contemplating the past nights events and words to distract from the discomfort.  

 “I suspect nothing to be broken, but we can xray it to be certain. I’ll have Diana set that up.” Margaret turned from Bubbles, opening drawers in the cabinet. 

“May I ask a question?” Bubbles was surprised at the softness in her tone. She heard Margaret snort again, peering over her shoulder. “That’s the most you’ve said to me in your time here. Whatever Maki did loosened that tongue.” Bubbles looked away for a moment, hesitating as Margaret laid out bandages and gauze next to swabs and a small bottle of liquid on a metal tray. 

“You’ve been here. How long?”  

“Child, I’ve been here since Maki was a rambunctious, stubborn bitch of a teenager.” Margaret chuckled. Bubbles felt a flare of heat in her cheeks at Margaret's callous words, emboldening her to continue. 

“You treated Tanya?” 

She heard something clatter against the tin tray as Margaret’s hands fumbled. The elder woman turned sharply, eyes narrowed as she regarded the giantess. Bubbles fidgeted nervously, the silence stretching between them. 

“She told you about her. Interesting….” Margaret’s voice was softer, its sharp tone blunted with emotion. Bubbles nodded slowly, rubbing her arm gently. Margaret sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose for a moment. She picked up the tray and approached Bubbles, setting it next to her. 

“I did treat her. I arrived a year or so before she was sold. She and Maki were thick as thieves; definitely not your standard slave relationship. I think I cast a broken leg for her and an arm for Maki when they both fell out of a tree.” Margaret started, picking up a swab. 

“I could tell what was going to happen months before; Maki was just starting to get her insane libido and naturally, one thing led to another... Her father was so angry…” She clucked as she began cleaning the wound on Bubbles’ forehead. 

“Darren and I were having dinner when Maki had it out with Charles…..Charles being her father. She left that night. I didn’t see her for….years? I think maybe three or four. Then one night Charles asked me to get on a plane and off we went. Next thing I knew we’d landed in Budapest and Maki was waiting at the airstrip with Tanya--Don’t move!” Bubbles head twitched, her face hardening into a frown. Margaret grasped her chin firmly and turned it back. 

“Tanya was alive?” Bubbles winced as antiseptic burned her forehead. 

“....Strictly speaking she was alive.” Margaret hesitated, a curious tone in her voice. “Her body was broken, but functioning. I...god…” She stopped, tossing the swab into the waste bin. “I was an ER doctor for five years. I’ve seen a lot of horror, child, but what that poor girl went through gives me chills. She spent six months bedridden and had more hardware in her than a military base.” Margaret pressed a bandage against Bubbles’ forehead. 

“Maki and Charles fought constantly. Can’t say I blame her for being upset, but to Charles credit he felt plenty guilty; he ended up drinking too much to be healthy towards the end. As far as Tanya...it probably would’ve been better if she’d died in Budapest.” Margaret sighed, taping the bandage in place. 

“That’s cold.” Bubbles muttered. 

“No, that’s kindness. Her mind was gone; she was practically catatonic. Tanya didn’t talk, didn’t walk, and barely responded to anyone except Maki. What happened broke her body, mind, and soul. Maki found her convulsing one morning a year after she came back and that was it. Tanya died with Maki cradling her.” Margaret sighed, beginning to clean out Bubbles right eye socket.  

“That’s horrible.” Bubbles stated, flinching at the the doctor’s ministrations. 

“Yes, it is.” The silence hung thick as she put another bandage over the empty eye. 

“I’ll have to order you another mask, though as long as there’s no infection you should only need it for two weeks. Three if you do something stupid.”  Margaret announced, pulling the blue gloves off with a loud snap. Bubbles remained silent, staring off to the side as her mind was lost in thought. 

“Look at me, child.” Margaret snapped her gnarled fingers in front of Bubbles’ face, drawing her attention back to the elder woman. 

“When you first arrived, I assumed you were just another one of Maki’s little crusades; saving a girl or boy, training them, then sleeping with them to satisfy her lust. I thought she might be looking into organizing or participating in more fights, and I absolutely despise that as I end up being the ring doctor.” Margaret peered up at Bubbles shrewdly, stuffing both hands into her white coat. 

“You must know this already, but that woman loves to talk almost as much as she loves to fuck. To my knowledge, Maki hasn’t talked about Tanya with...well, anyone who didn’t know her. That’s only Bryce and myself. Maki hasn’t talked about her with me for years. That she shared that with you…” Margaret trailed off as Bubbles watched her with rapt attention. 

“Don’t take that lightly.” Margaret set the tin tray back on the cabinet next to the sink. Bubbles remained silent, rubbing her wrist nervously. 

  “You can wait in here or your room; I’ll send Diana to get you when the x-ray machine is ready.”