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  Chapter 64 : Living Legend / Head Pain Treatment

  An Unintentional strip tease was by far to much for the lust drowning lovers to stand up against. Quickly Doc simply got kicked away and the oblivious half pants down Karl tackled to the ground.

  At least he again landed soft as two of the new short stacks were fast enough to embrace him face first to a knee and chest.

  Squirming in the middle of the struggle snuggle cuddle pile, Karl-Heinz′s good luck or choices in good partners or known need of a safety net and his family organizing one for him, caused this debacle to not shift from a love story comedy moment turning a less child friendly love story moment.

  Doc blew her little whistle, with a high pitched and very distinctive sound to be heard over gun shots and battle noises, calling in the cavalry and alarming the entire bunker that priority number one needed more help than the current active guard could handle on her own. If they had a front line battle situation, signal flairs would by now light the sky.

  The effects happening in the bunker as a reaction where not that much less dramatic as the ground started to shake from all the heavy fast foot falls rushing half dressed to Karl′s aid.

  That was about the last he could remember before everything went black.

  - - -

  Waking up in the infirmary, he was rather confused. The room was full of other women and not only of the worried kind, more of a mix of other injured and treating staff, mixed with a wall of three big people wifes.

  It seems Laka deemed the newest Lopen a worthy addition and that Tris deemed this an important cause to take part in.

  Feeling around Karl got startled as he woke back up again and a rather bad headache hit him full force out of seemingly nowhere. It hurt so bad that he stopped trying to sit up and instead grunted and used both hands to hold his head.

  This noise and movement did alert his care giver to the fact he was indeed awake and without any questions asked, he could feel a quick injection to his neck, right past his bend elbows. Next he saw Doc climbing on to the table and stand wide legged above his chest. Showing off that she needs to bend forward rather far to look past her big breasts and get into eye contact with him in this position.

  The drug he just got did work fast. It helped a lot and he relaxed a fair bit from the quickly waning pain. He hatted injuries without Adrenalin. But now he had the mental space freed from pain, he could ask what was going on. “What happened?”

  “You got knocked out by a door. Whilst Laka was rushing to save you, you had fallen rather unlucky. Still you where not the only one hit by that door swing and not the only one the Guards eeeeh savaged afterwards.” Doc responded whilst doing some kind of quick check up off his head. As if it where a routine motion she did and internalized in the trenches rather often.

  Laka for her part protested the choice of word with. “I did not savage them, I dispatched them and established control of the situation!”

  “And dispatched Husband in the process.” Came the sly snicker from a not grinning, yet still slightly giggling Tris.

  As if someone had first presented a loved treat and then flushed it down the toilet, the alert ears drooped down flat to Laka′s skull and her posture slumped. “Yes I did.”

  “So can I go now?” Karl asked, oblivious what to do or how to feel, now that he was feeling very good indeed. Not eager to do things, but inspired to avoid most social interactions and this room gave him bad feelings of many more unwanted interactions.

  “NO!” Came a double yell from two people in the room further away and in milder volume and urgency from Doc right above him.

  “Did Doc multiply?” Karl had to ask in confusion as he was oblivious of suppressing this kind of random urge to react. Which did help the mood in the room a bit as Tris started giggling.

  Next thing Sarsa showed up and made her way over to Karl-Heinz and joined Doc in the looming over him pose. Doc had decided to have one of her feet on his chest to make sure he felt that he is to remain laying.

  Sarsa and Doc where un able to further the conversation, as Vaskra joined in next and took that possible talking spot to her in a nervous worried. “Are you ok?”

  Doc answered for him. “He is stable and got pain killers, but he is to lay resting for a while longer. He does have a concussion.”

  This rubbed Karl-Heinz the wrong way, he wanted to get out of this crowded room, he was feeling fine and was most likely getting bored again soon. “I feel fine. I had worse,”

  Sarsa for her part did feel the need to veto that statement. “No you are not fine and I don′t care if you had worse, this is not good and you will listen to what Doc tells you.”

  “Is this not Guard doggos job to be mommy bear?” He blurted out, getting Tris to giggle some more, Sarsa to get confused and Laka to join in with the looming. The air space above him was getting rather filled by now.

  This gave him an odd idea. “We need a Truck! Or Car or anything that has axiom runes that induce movement.”

  Which got everyone in his orbit to tilt their heads in confusion.

  Everyone except Doc. The Kohb for her part shook her head in seeming disappointment or shame and gave Karl-Heinz another shot.

  He did hear some arguments starting around him, but sleep took him faster than he could try and make sens of it.

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  The next time he woke up he was in the fuck room again.

  Laying on top of a Lopen, who for her part noticed him waking up and looking around rather quickly and kissed his head.

  “What is going on?” Karl-Heinz asked in confusion.

  “Doc thought you where hit hard, so she put you to sleep to avoid drama.” His mattress answered him in a voice he could not yet properly place to a name he had not yet tried and failed to remember and then substitute with a nick name. But his head was still foggy as it took him time to get his senses back after that chemical induced sleep.

  “What drama?” His mind wanted to know as his awareness slowly came back to him.

  “You where in a room filled with horny bitches and there was a lot of blame and tension in the room. So Doc thought you hit your head really hard and rather over reacted for the good of all. She did get chewed out by Sarsa for it. But now you are supposed to stay calm and take it slow for a while.” As the talking went on, slowly Karl realized he was laying on top of Laka.

  “What now?” He reacted right back.

  “Now it is past lunch and you should eat something. Then it is up to you what you want to do.” His fluffy bed whispered into his ear.

  His stomach chose this moment to wake up and start rumbling at the mentioning of food. Which led Karl-Heinz to try and stand up, which failed as Laka held him pinned in place like a cat sleeping one ones belly.

  This then evolved into Laka getting up and out of bed with Karl still pinned to her chest with one strong arm. He accepted to just be along for the ride and looked around without struggling. At least until Laka was standing he did not try to struggle. As she then started to walk with him still in the position of a cherished teddy bear, he did try to struggle.

  But Karl′s body was conspiring against him. His mind felt mostly fully awake, but his limbs and sens of touch had back in bed rolled over and collectively said “Five more minutes.” and then turned off the alarm instead of setting it to snooze. Leaving him literally hanging in his attempts to struggle free in a meaningful or even noticeable way.

  The way to the mess-hall was a very short walk, so he had reached that place before getting free or getting the idea to voice his complaints. Also lucky for him, the Doors where made tall enough that the Lopen, Cannidor or other tall folk of that size category, only minimally needed to bend down to pass thru. Meaning no further head injuries where acquired,

  He could reshape that aspect of the bunker, but then the bunker would not feel as protective anymore. Wasted head space in his mind that no one but now 3 maybe 4 Harem members could dream to try and use, He was also vein or practical enough to not dare reshape a part of the bunker into half sized land for only the short members to use.

  Being seated in his place of honor, a hot meal was just a bit to late to be able to await him there. The women near by must have had heard Laka coming and started heating up something for him. By that chance he did spot some of the fancy kitchen equipment Harriet had brought in, used in the workspace.

  Starting to eat, as he actually was hungry, Vaskra joined him at the table and blunt forced her way into a dialog with him. “I heard the story of what happened. How do you feel? ok?”

  The first attempt at entering got repelled as Karl had his mouth full, needed to finish this spoon of reheated stew. Then he replied in a short. “Yes”

  Attempt number two was more a repeat use of the battering ram. “Do you want to punish anyone?”

  This one got a noticeable shift in Laka′s posture, but the gate was kept shut with the next short reply. “No.” Which did relax the Lopen again.

  Attempt number three then came out of left field by a wild random wife seeing this all play out. “Why are you so shy of conversation right now?”

  This just blew the gates of hell right open. Nothing of it could be seen in Karl′s expression or face, but in his unusual looking at the person questioning him and holding eye contact whilst speaking. “I wanted to just eat in peace, I got carried around like a toddler and my Doc knocked me out cold. So my head is a bit spinning with stuff.”

  Laka was very happy to not have swung that question at Karl-Heinz, but also felt very very guilty about her part in the events. Still she was his guard and she would not let these emotions stop her from doing her duty.

  The glared at woman for her part had more social grazes than Karl had, but not enough to realize her misstep. Leading to the wive trying her chances and wink and smile at Karl.

  Then she flashed him her breasts.

  Which oddly enough did get him to smile and continue on with his meal.

  The few women present would remember this event.

  - - -

  Self defusing crisis and a meal later. Karl tried to wander off and get into the workshop, to get back to being productive. He always felt extra shit after only three days of doing nothing in his vacation, so he vowed to do something productive most days.

  Not as in doing something of meaning for eight or ten hours of the day like on work days. Instead he would do three hours of cleaning or some walking. To feel a bit tired in the evening and be able to go to sleep and to feel less like a parasite on society. Feelings never cared about his reasoning much back then. Now that had changed.

  And given the last break down he had, the judges where still debating if it was a good or a bad change.

  Before he could manage to reach the workshop, he had been gently diverted by a very logic based argument from guard doggo to go and see Doc for a small check up follow up inspection. Not having made any clinic room and so far just getting dragged to the multi use mess-hall when family got bloody and injured, he ended up in one of the bunk rooms for many women, that got converted into a little Doctor′s office.

  From what little specialized equipment they managed to bring along on the train or create since they arrived where they currently resided, it all looks improvised out of crates and like a slapped together field hospital of a front line army camp. Which it turns out was Doc′s whole goal with what she could get her hands on and knew good enough to set up.

  Beds and crates to lay and sit on. Crates and chests stacked as work tables and stepping stools. Crates and simple shelves to store all the medicine one needs to pain kill treat any possible problem and tools to amputate or sew shut any thing that survives until Doc can start working on them.

  Only that the upgrades where in progress on the order of where stuff was laying and the actual medically skilled and trained Kohbs bringing more drugs and better tools that seem to replace or add to the existing equipment.

  They also seem to have managed to kick out every non medical wive. Sitting in the room with 4 woman strong as it seems Doc had a helper trained up that was allowed to stay around.

  Laka managed to guide him on too the bed standing in the middle of the room and got Karl to lay down. Whilst doing that, she kicked the group into focusing on the Harem Husband. “Can you give him a check up? Just to make sure he is doing as good as he can be now.”

  Doc being the combat medic of course replied with her own form of ribbing. “Yes I will check that his head did not get smashed again.” She then went to work, lifting bandages Karl had missed where on his head and doing what she could in forms of quick tests.

  Mean while the two new medical Kohbs stepped up to Laka and started to glare up at her. Feeling cornered by the two short-stacks on an emotional level, she took a step back and went into a rigid standing position against one of the walls too the side of the room.

  The Kohb blockade then broke when Doc finished her check up and the ex head Doctor did not think this one good enough. “Let me show you how to really do these tests!” She said whilst stomping up to Karl. Once on top of the operating table, standing next to the man, she asks. “May I redo the tests to teach the others how to do it better husband?” Slightly blushing and full body shivering at the chance to touch Karl-Heinz again.

  He not seeing any harm in this, nods a yes, which unleashes a completely new series of inspections of the stuff Doc had just quick checked three times as long. Double the time as the more trained head Doctor makes extra sure everything is properly observed and documented, the rest of the time then gets sunk into explaining the details to the other two Kohbs and an again close buy curious Laka.

  The whole procedure turned learning course ordeal did eat up a lot of time. Enough time that Karl went ahead and make the ceiling pretty and decorated with his intricate carvings. He was not calling himself an artist, but being able to just think shapes into being, made the process of realizing his imaginations very very easy and thus creating artful displays a very doable task with decent results.

  Not that the other people in the room even tried to look up and gaze upon the result of his boredom anytime soon.

  Completely lost in what time of day it is after the early morning knock out and follow up drug out, he felt rather hungry and thirsty. As no one of his family was giving milk yet, and he better not question where the cheese like stuff in the food supplies was coming from, it was time to get his belly filled in the mess hall. His team of doctors had all declared him healthy enough after all.

  Sadly he did not get judged healthy enough by Laka and on second review the medical experts agreed with her, letting him land in his bed again with enough volunteers out the door to fill the task of pinning him to said bed. So Karl-Heinz found himself in bed, with food and the newest big girl on his lap, pinning him in his position.

  Small graces, he had been brought materials to use his crafting power on for a bed table and the ability to sit up to a dignified angle. The disapproval of his situation was readable on his face, but disregarded by any wife that had a small amount of eye contact with Laka.

  “How long am I going to be pinned in bed?” He asked whilst eating.

  Doc, not having anything better to do at the moment and maybe being held captive close by by Laka, answered. “Oh a day will do.”

  “Any way I can bribe my way out?” Karl tried.

  “None” Laka purred and then gave him a motherly kiss and tried to tug him into his blanket a bit tighter still.

  Doc gave Karl a side glance whist her snout was pointing at Laka, then rather slow and silent said. “Not while she is here.”

  For i treat you like mushrooms sss