Azizam V01 Ch. 03: Rebirth

Legends of the Azizam

Volume 1 - The Making

Chapter 3: Rebirth

*** Sarah ***

When Victor hugged the freshly revived Annie, Sarah sat back and sighed, a hand on each of their shoulders. Sarah closed her eyes for just a moment and tried to relax - the relief was overwhelming. It had been a close call. Then Sarah felt Victor shake and opened her eyes to look more closely. She saw that Annie had locked lips with Victor.

"No! Annie, stop!" Sarah screamed, ripping them apart. "Fuck! What have you done?"

Annie started crying and babbling incoherently. Fuck, Annie just killed Victor. Annie immediately looked much, much better. Her eyes were sharp and her chapped lips were already healing. Although she looked gaunt, her skin and hair now looked healthy.

Sarah rolled Victor carefully to the floor, on his back. His face told a different story. It was his eyes that were dark and sunken now. His lips were blue and his face pale. His hands were hideous - curled unnaturally like claws.

"It's ok, Annie. It's my fault, not yours." Sarah said as her eyes flashed around trying to determine what to do.

Sarah did the only thing she could think of and bent over Victor. She attempted to hand express her breast milk into his mouth. Annie had stopped nursing days before and it had proven difficult to properly hand express in Sarah's weakened state. Although she was stronger now, there was precious little fluid to be found. Sarah managed to squeeze only a few drops from each breast before she thought of an alternative.

"Annie, help me. Nurse from me, quick." Annie slid from the bed more deftly than her weakened form should have allowed and began to nurse as instructed. "Don't swallow, it will make you sick. Spit it into his mouth without touching your lips together." 

Annie did as instructed and Sarah watched Annie dribble breast milk into Victor's mouth. Sarah was unable to find Victor's pulse. Annie was crying as Sarah started thumping Victor's chest rhythmically just in case. Sarah pulled Annie to her chest again and almost cried as the familiar feel of suckling allowed her to let down the little bit of breast milk that she had left.

Annie went from Sarah's breast to Victor's mouth over and over. Sarah watched closely to be sure Annie would not lock lips with him again. Annie was being very careful though, so at least there was that.

"That's all." Annie whispered, then looked at Sarah for instruction. Sarah massaged Victor's throat for a moment as she continued thumping his chest.

"Do this." Sarah said, motioning to her rhythmic thumping.

Annie focused and picked up the beat precisely as a chest compression with both hands, freeing Sarah's hands. Sarah manipulated Victor's tongue and mouth and massaged his throat until all of the fluid had disappeared. Then she cleared his airway and began to breathe into his mouth just as Victor had taught her.

It was very difficult to get a seal on his mouth without touching his lips with hers. Sarah used her hands like a gasket to ensure that she didn't sap away the life that he might have left.

"No. No. Vic, no." Annie began to mumble as she cried, still compressing his chest.

CPR continued for two long minutes before Victor drew a choking breath and his palsied hands slowly relaxed. Annie and Sarah tried to wake him, but he only mumbled and faded away again. However, after several harrowing moments of ragged, gasping breaths, he began breathing steadily. Sarah was able to find a weak pulse. The girls hugged.  

"Sarah, I'm so sorry. I..." Annie started before Sarah interrupted.

"We'll talk later. Can you get a clean washcloth and a bowl of fresh water?" Sarah asked.

Sarah stroked Victor's hair and cheeks while humming a soothing tune, hoping that it brought him peace. Before Annie's return, Sarah could hear her retching in the bathroom. It was almost certainly due to the breast milk. When she finally returned, Sarah used the washcloth to dribble water tenderly into Victor's mouth. He swallowed autonomically, over and over. Sarah began to relax and Annie followed her lead, leaning back against the side of her own bed.

Through the night, Sarah and Annie took turns dribbling water into his mouth in an attempt to keep him hydrated. Annie dozed several times, but Sarah persevered, despite being bone tired. After a couple hours Victor urinated right there on the floor, in his clothes, while still unconscious. Annie noticed first.

"Eww!" Annie exclaimed, pointing.

"Oh, that's a good thing!" Sarah said when she saw. "That means he has enough water to pee. But notice how it smells so strong? That probably means he's still dehydrated."

They increased the frequency of their primitive fluid drip. In between waterings, Sarah showed Annie how to give a sponge bath. Both laughed at how much of a mess he was. A complete contrast to the well put together and hygienic man they had grown to love.

Annie, not surprisingly, took charge of wiping down Victor's crotch. Sarah just smiled as Annie examined all of Victor's male parts. His sagging scrotum seemed especially fascinating and Annie smiled broadly and looked on in wonder when Sarah blew on his moist sack, causing it to constrict into a much smaller and tighter version of itself.

They rolled Victor as they bathed him such that he ended up on a fresh, soft pallet on Annie's floor. Before they covered him Annie spent a few more minutes ogling Victor's penis. She handled it gingerly, as if it were a baby bird.  

"Awe." Annie said adoringly as Victor's flaccid member began to fill with blood. She had apparently triggered a nocturnal erection given that Victor was still not stirring.

"Ok, that's enough." Sarah said, admiring Annie's innocent fascination. Annie bent her face closer to Victor's semi-erection, but Sarah pulled Annie back gently. "No, that's not appropriate."

"But I'm so hungry." Annie complained, her stomach growling as if on cue.

"Consent is very important. That's what happened when he left, ok? You didn't have his consent when you started to try and touch him. He's asleep now and can't give you consent. It was ok when you were cleaning and taking care of him. It's not ok if it's sexual. Does that make sense?" Annie frowned and nodded, mumbling an apology.

Annie and Sarah took turns napping and watching over Victor, regularly checking for pulse and breath while dribbling water between his slack jaws. As often as possible Annie would nurse from Sarah and transfer the small amounts of mother's milk to Victor as best she could. It was everything Sarah had to give him.

Annie obviously hated this task as it caused her to vomit and heave painfully soon after. Sarah felt like it was punishment for Annie's lack of control and was sure to tell her so. Sarah felt bad for being harsh and apologized. The blame was on her, not Annie. Annie was especially sad for some hours after that and no longer complained when nursing on Victor's behalf.  

"I'm so sorry, Sarah." Annie said, weeping again after vomiting. "I'd rather puke a thousand times than hurt Victor again."

"I understand. Sorry for being hard on you. I'm emotional too."

As dawn broke, Sarah witnessed Victor urinating once more and was happy to note that he seemed better hydrated. She woke Annie to help stripping bedding to make a clean pallet, to clean up Victor, and roll him onto it. Sarah was proud when Annie only touched Victor enough to clean him up. Annie didn't act as if she would do anything else. Sarah was very hungry and could only imagine what Annie was feeling.

"I'm proud of you, Annie. I know you are hungry, but you are being very respectful of Victor." Sarah said, rubbing Annie's back. Annie rewarded Sarah with a big smile and a bashful shrug.  

Several hours later Victor started to stir. Sarah was nearby and held her breath, hoping he'd wake and be his normal self. He had been looking better by the hour and had a little color in his cheeks now. The ragged breaths he had taken initially had slowly become the long breaths of a restful sleep. Victor had even snored one or twice in the last few hours.

Presently, Victor groaned and rolled over. He went silent for a short time and then tossed again. Finally, after repeating this a few times he rubbed his closed eyes and yawned. His eyes fluttered open, darting about. He lifted his head slightly and his eyes focused on the pair kneeling beside him.  

"Welcome back!" Annie said, clapping hands in front of her broad smile.