Still feeling lightheaded, Blackwing held Rowan’s arm as they approached the nearby building. “Where are we going?” The question almost sounded comical in the tone of her mask’s voice-changer.
“A first-aid station,” Rowan said. “It wouldn’t do to simply let the accident pass without giving you an exam, would it?”
“Y-Yes, of course…” Blackwing was unaccustomed to such kindness. She had been raised without a name. The sources of training, equipment, and resources were known to but a privileged few, and her methodology had always been such that, in the rare event that she required medical attention, it was through similarly private means.
Of course, such means were unavailable to Blackwing in this place, and Rowan, wonderful future husband to a fortunate wife, clearly knew her way around. It was best to let her take the lead.
*****
Seated on the edge of the examination table, Blackwing looked toward Rowan, who stood patiently in the corner of the small room while a nurse prepared to give an examination. The nurse dressed in a style of uniform that Blackwing thought had long been out of professional fashion, with a white dress that hugged the exaggerated curves of her figure and a white nurse cap atop a head of brunette, braised hair. She was tall, toned, and had a countenance to her that felt like a mesh of professionally stern and caringly warm.
“My~...” The nurse spoke with an odd, flirtatious lilt as she met eyes with the seated superheroine. “You say you were hit in the head by a golf ball?”
“Y-Yes…” Blackwing had to state the obvious truth. Though she would of course say nothing of her mission.
“Well, it’s a good thing that your husband brought you in,” the nurse said.
Blackwing blushed underneath her mask. Her? Married? The idea was so absurd that it was insulting! Or…or it might have been, had the nurse suggest that her husband was anyone other than…
“Oh, you’re mistaken,” Rowan’s charming voice cut in. “I’m not married. Well, yet.”
Blackwing felt her heart flutter. N-No, Rowan wasn’t married, and neither was she. She had never in her life considered the idea of matrimony as anything other than a social contract for which she had no use. She saw little point in any of it.
And yet…
“Ah,” the nurse nodded as she noted something down on a clipboard. “Let’s continue with the examination, shall we?”
Blackwing nodded. It all seemed so odd. She was seated there, in her full costume, suit, mask, even her voice-changer remained on. And yet there had been no suggestion that she disrobe. Though the idea of undressing with Rowan present was…well…it was…
Blushing, Blackwing almost felt faint and began to slump. “Oo~ooh…”
“Oh!” Rowan stepped in, taking Blackwing by the shoulders. “Still feeling woozy, Blackwing?”
“I…oh, yes…” Blackwing felt a desire to rest her head on Rowan’s shoulder, but Rowan instead helped her upright as the nurse continued her work.
“Hmm…yes,” The nurse purred as she continued taking notes. “Feelings of faintness.” She collected a medical exam light and knelt before the dazed heroine. “Keep your eyes open now.”
Blackwing found the request a bit odd. She still had her mask on, after all, and with it the AR-enabled lenses covering her eyes. But as the nurse pointed the light to Blackwing’s left eye, a hazy pink fog filled her vision.
“Uh…ooo~ooo~ooooh…”
What…what had Blackwing been so concerned about? She felt dizzy. Her suit felt odd on her frame, tight in some places, very tight in others, and oddly lose in yet others still. She felt Rowan’s wonderful arm hugging her shoulder and keeping her steady, and in a rarity for Blackwing, she smiled.
The light moved to her right eye, and behind the mask of dark mystery, the heroine’s lips curled into a cute, confused pout. Everything felt so strangely hazy, her head filled with a ping fog of delirium, and yet Rowan remained, holding her anchored. “Uh…oooooh…”
“I think I understand the problem,” the nurse said. She stood, collected her clipboard, and made more notes.
“Really?” Rowan asked. “Is it anything serious?”
“Not terribly,” the nurse said. “Blackwing suffers from the Vapors.”
The Vapors? Blackwing blinked, unsure if she could really believe it. Wasn’t that a name for a ridiculous old-timey condition ascribed to women who…who…
Feeling faint once more, she slumped in Rowan’s arms.
“The condition is characterized by a lightness of breath and fainting spells,” the nurse said. “I would recommend a balance of increased physical activity and drinking a healthy amount of tea.”
“P-Physical activity?” Was Blackwing not already physical enough? Her training? Her agile, toned, physique that she kept constantly maintained at peak fitness? Her…she…
“I…maybe I could use some more activity…but…”
“Well, you could always take up tennis, I suppose,” Rowan said with a warm smile. “Many of the country club wives find it good exercise.”
Blackwing thought back to the women she had seen on the courts. None of them particularly skilled, putting more effort into their grunts and making their busts bounce. It…it did seem like a nice, relaxed activity…
And the tea! Oh, yes. The women seated in stylish dresses, their busts resting atop the tab as they sipped their drinks and spoke about their passionate, overactive lovelives!
“That…that does sound wonderful…” Blackwing smiled, and then coughed. Her mask was so stuffy, and if she had the Vapors, then it simply wouldn’t help at all! In a mild panic, she reached for the latches on her mask and…
Freed from the confines of her headgear, a silky, shimmering waterfall of black tresses fell down, over Blackwing’s back, long enough to reach her ass. No one in public had ever seen her face. Not even her fellow heroines. Rowan and the nurse were the first, and…well…
Blackwing blushed. She didn’t know much about her family background; only that she was of Japanese ancestry. And as she caught her breath, she looked toward Rowan with her beautiful, brown eyes and wiped a bead of sweat from her smooth, olive-toned face framed by long, black bangs.
“Are you feeling OK?” Rowan asked. She hugged Blackwing close, and the heroine took a deep, relaxed breath.
“Oh, yes…yes!” She spoke with her natural voice, soft and warm, and shifted her posture, pressing as much of herself as she could against her hero. In the same moment, she silently cursed that she was wearing such a ridiculous suit when she could be wearing a cute tennis dress, or something far more proper for tea with the ladies of the country club.
N-Not that she was a wife, but…but…
…but her name was so…oh, how would the ladies see her? Blackwing. Blackwing?! W-Why it just didn’t even so…”Ouch!”
“Sorry,” the nurse pulled away, holding a syringe filled with blood. “I still needed to take a blood sample for the usual tests, Ms. Blackwing.”
“Uh…” Blackwing, again feeling dizzy, continued to lean against Rowan. Surely…surely she had another name? A real name? Something…a fitting name, beautiful and feminine next to her dashing, wonderful Rowan…
Within the pink haze that filled her mind, Blackwing felt something rise from the depths. A name…a real name. “W-Wait…uh…I…I think I remember my name now…”
“Blackwing isn’t your name?” Rowan asked.
“N-No…” Blackwing blushed, feeling small for inadvertently lying to such a wonderful future husband.
“Oh, don’t be worried about it,” Rowan smiled. “I have to apologize again. It was likely my golf ball that made you forget.”
Blackwing blushed. “T-Thank you.”
“So what is your name?” the nurse asked. “I’d rather put it on your record than something you made up in a fugue.”
“Oh…it’s…Tsubasa Kurosawa...”
“Ah!” Rowan nodded. “‘Wing’ and ‘Black marsh’. I can see where your confusion led you.”
Tsubasa smiled. Rowan was knowledgeable and kind! W-Why had she ever been led to believe this place was nothing but trouble?
As Rowan helped Tsubasa to her feet, the heroine(?) stepped awkwardly in her suit, feeling it strain ridiculously on her curves. “Uh…if it’s not too much trouble, I might need help with a change of clothes…?”
Rowan, to Tsubasa’s delight, nodded in apparent understanding. “Of course. You’ve had quite the adventure today, it seems.”
Tsubasa, despite herself, giggled. Since when did she giggle? But more to the point, since when did that matter? Rowan made her feel things that she had never felt before!
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