Seems Too Good Chapters 33 and 34 by Sofia Hammerstein

Doctor Nick Benning has worked hard to become a phenomenal surgeon. Ads for traveling to a new dimension have begun to pop up everywhere; including a billboard asking 'Life got you down? Debt sky-high? Health problems? Just needing new scenery? Visit Portal Relocations on the web to learn of your chance for a new life!' Circumstances in life change for him and the journey begins to sound intriguing despite the stories he's heard... (A Tale from the Diaper Dimension)

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The Legal Stuff: Seems Too Good © 2020-2025 By Sofia Hammerstein
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 

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Chapter 33: Polite
 

“YES, SHE DID! Not like you, who’s a big girl, huh?” The mom said to the loudmouth toddler girl.

“Nuh-uh, I’m a big girl!” she flashed her Pull-Up right then for emphasis as her mom shoved her dress back down. “Big girls don’t show their panties, remember?”

I sighed as I stood there on her knees with the loaded diaper. The hostess chose that moment to call our party. “Mom, why don’t you hand me Holly, and I’ll go change her and meet you back at the table?”

“Oh nonsense, give me the diaper bag, Ivy, and I’ll go change her. You will have more than enough of these poopy diapees to change.”

“I’m not…” she said, looking at me.

“Hush, I’m perfectly capable of changing my grandbaby, Ivy. Take a break; you’ll have more than enough work when I’m not around.”

“Okay, Mom,” Ivy said, giving me a concerned look.

“Let’s go change that icky diapee, huh?” she said as she transferred me to her hip and took the diaper bag from Ivy.

I watched Ivy, and her dad walk the opposite way from us and soon couldn’t see them when the bathroom door opened, and she walked through. Another Little was on the changing table right then, so I patiently waited in the sticky diaper, hoping things would get done quickly.

I couldn’t help but look down at the little girl being changed. Her ‘mommy’ was lifting her legs off of her own poopy diaper, cooing at her, “Aren’t you being such a good baby now? I’m so glad I got you that treatment. Losing those teeth you weren’t ready for and only being able to drink mommy’s milk means you’re going poopy so much regularly now!”

I felt terrified as I saw the girl open her mouth and display her toothless grin. I was surprised to see that her face wasn’t collapsed like a face without dentures, but I thought back to one of the texts I had read the other day and remembered it was standard to put some sort of insert under the gum to give the mouth the shape it needed still. ‘Baby still can’t bite,’ the section had commented, ‘but she’ll have a normal-looking face supported correctly.’

It seemed to take forever before the lady was done, “All yours,” she said to Granny. “Is she yours?”

“Grandbaby,” she told her with a smile.

“She’s adorable!”

“Thank you,” she said and began to get the diaper changing pad out. I was soon strapped onto the table, and the experienced grandmother got to work on my diaper. Her hands wiped me quickly with the wipes, and I felt my bottom clean of poop much faster than Ivy had accomplished so far. Then, just as she finished, she showed where Ivy got her singing from. She began singing a little tune that sounded like Frere Jacques, “Changing Diapers, Changing Diapers, Lots of Fun, Lots of fun, You’re no longer Stinky, You’re no longer Stinky, Nice clean bum, Nice Clean Bum.”

She tickled me a little before putting everything away in the bag. “You’re a great grandma,” another lady said, waiting with her own Little.

I realized with horror that the Little boy had watched all of my change. I put my face into her side, embarrassed he was watching!

“Thanks,” she told her, “the first time that I’ve gotten to change her, though! Her mom is as stingy with her as she was with her dolls when she was a little girl,” she giggled.

I was soon carried out to the restaurant, where we found them sitting at a table with a high chair. I was passed to Ivy, who strapped me into the simple belt restraint of the restaurant’s high chair. “All clean now?” She asked me.

I nodded but didn’t say anything, feeling I was past the point of being mortified. Ivy found a bib in the diaper bag and tied it around my neck before sitting next to me. Dinner conversations happened around me, but none of them involved me. Questions were always asked of Ivy about me, never asking me directly. It made me feel like the child they saw me as, which infuriated me. Anytime I was asked a question, it was a rhetorical question - never something they really expected an answer to! It pissed me off because they damn well knew that I was an intelligent adult!

When the food came, I played the good baby and took the bites that Ivy offered every now and then. To her credit, the steak she had ordered was delicious, and I felt pretty full by the end of the meal.

“Shall we order dessert?” her dad asked everyone.

I looked up and hoped the answer would be yes. “Sure, why don’t we just split a piece of this between the three of us?” Ivy’s mom said and pointed to something.

“What about her?” he thoughtfully asked.

“She’ll have her own dessert in a moment,” came the cryptic reply from her mother.

‘What’s that mean?’ I wondered. As soon as the waitress took their dessert order, I was unbuckled from the high chair. I went willingly into Ivy’s arms, though, glad to be out of the uncomfortable plastic chair. She sat me facing her, and I wondered what was going on, but when she started pulling at her shirt, I knew I wasn’t going to be having the same dessert as them.

“Go ahead, sweetie,” she told me as she pressed my face towards her naked breast, “enjoy your dessert!”

I was mortified to be doing this in public but remembered from the article earlier that I should expect this. ‘At least it’s not my boob hanging out for the world to see…?’ I told myself and took her nipple into my mouth. Autopilot went on, and I just began nursing without a care in the world.
 

IVY LOOKED DOWN at her adorable little baby girl nursing from her breast and sighed contentedly. It was a little embarrassing to expose herself in the restaurant, but she knew it was seen as normal to do so to feed a Little or a baby.

“I wish I could do that,” her mom said across the table.

“I suppose you could…?” Ivy said guardedly, “but I’m not sure how she’d take it.”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetie. I’d have to be around her for a few days straight before I’d lactate. The older I get, the easier it is to not have leaky boobs at the sight of a cute Little.” She laughed lightly.

“I didn’t last two hours after seeing her on video the first time,” she told her mom.

“Must have been a painful couple of months trying to manage that?”

“Wasn’t easy,” she admitted.

“When she’s done, you should put a pacifier in her mouth each time. That’ll get her to develop her dependence on them,” she told her.

She nodded, “I know… I just forgot her paci this time. Luckily she’s not addicted to them yet, so I don’t have her crying for it.”

Her mom nodded, “So you’ll come for Sunday dinner this week, right? Katie is starting to get the impression you’re mad at her since she hasn’t met your little girl.”

Ivy sighed, “Yes, we’ll be there. I’ll tell her that I’m sorry… I didn’t want Holly to be quite exposed to her until she was a bit more of a baby. Now should be fine, though.”

“You’re not regressing her anymore?”

Ivy shook her head, “I’m happy having Holly be somewhat independent. I really don’t have an interest in only having her crawl around. The idea of her being stuck on her back or stomach all the time doesn’t appeal to me.”

“Careful how you word that around Katie,” she told her. “I’ll make sure Jonah and Janice come too.”

“Is Jonah still treating her the same?”

“Yes, and don’t you dare try and insinuate he’s wrong around him or Katie,” she warned.

“Even though it’s stupid as hell?” Her dad spoke up.

Ivy smiled, “Glad we’re on the same page, Daddy!”

She felt a change in Holly’s suction, so she picked her up and looked at her sleepy eyes. She fussed at being removed, but she just set the burp cloth on her back and gently patted her back until she burped. “Just a moment, baby, let Mommy get her other booby out for you.”

Once she had her back settled, her mom asked, “Once she’s done, you want to go shopping for a bit? A few blocks away, there’s a new Little store that I bet we could find some great things for her at.”

She sighed, “We’ll go, but you have to promise to be nice. She doesn’t need any punishment crap or regression treatments. I’m happy the way she is now.”

Her mom nodded, “I respect that, sweetie.”

“Good…” she said and looked down at Holly, nursing away at her breast and blushing at her father watching.

‘I guess I deserve some sort of problem in return for what Holly is going through…?’

She did feel kind of bad at taking her independence away. She couldn’t lie to herself, though, and say Holly could have been a doctor here. But, she was too small and adorable, and as a free Little, she would be adopted in two seconds. ‘At least this way, she can be happy someday,’ she thought.
 

I WOKE UP in a weird position. My view was dark, but I could sort of tell that Ivy was next to me. I could hear her heartbeat, and for some reason, that reassured me that I was safe, but I couldn’t really move my arms or my head. I tried grabbing at something with my hand and realized I’d just accidentally grabbed her breast.

“Oh, someone woke up finally,” I heard.

“Yep, let me get her head uncovered,” Ivy said.

I blinked as a fabric cloth was pulled over my head, and I realized I was attached to Ivy with a baby sling. She rubbed my back gently, “Did you get a nice nap?”

I blushed but nodded. I couldn’t see much from my view since I was mainly looking at Ivy’s neck, but I could tell we were in a store. More baby stuff everywhere told me it seemed to be Little oriented, and the cart being pushed by her mom next to us seemed to be quite full already. I couldn’t really see into it, but the top was covered in dresses and ‘cute’ onesies.

“Since she’s awake, do you think we should try and have her try on some of these?” her mom asked Ivy.

“No, we know she’s a pretty standard size, and if you look at her, she might be awake, but she’s still sleepy.”

‘It is so weird and degrading to be talked about like this!’

“Okay, anything else you need?” she asked Ivy.

“Mom, I already had everything I needed; you were the one who wanted a shopping trip.”

I saw her mom shrug, “I don’t want to see any grandbabies being left out of presents.”

Surprisingly, she looked at me and asked me, “Do you have anything you want?”

I shrugged, “Not that I know of?”

“How about picking out a new stuffie?”

I decided to nod slowly at that, “That would be nice…?”

She smiled, and I knew I’d made the right decision. As we walked around, I noted that I felt very secure in the sling I was wrapped in. I knew that meant Ivy had her hands free, so she probably appreciated using it. ‘I’m light enough, too; Ivy probably barely notices me,’ I thought.

We came soon to the toy section, and I found my mouth gaping open at the massive selection of gigantic stuffed animals. “You should let Holly out so she can walk around,” Ivy’s mom told her.

“You want that?” she looked me right in the face. It was kind of intimidating, but the tickle told me she was in favor of it.

I nodded and said, “Please, Mommy?”

She kissed my forehead and said, “Mom, can you help me?”

I was unwrapped and placed on the ground in the aisle. I could have just chosen the sloth that caught my eye right away, but I forced myself to walk down the row of bears, tigers, foxes, dogs, cats, and creatures I didn’t recognize before walking back to the sloth. “This one, please, Granny,” I said with it in my arms.

“She’s adorable,” an Amazon woman said. She was pushing a cart with a Little boy with a pacifier stuck in his mouth. The boy seemed agitated and kept trying to yell through it and remove it. His hands were bound up in mittens, though, and seemed to be just making himself more miserable. She ignored him and told Ivy, “She’s so polite. What’s your secret?”

Ivy answered, “No secret, she’s just the perfect little girl,” she said as she leaned down and picked me up. “Here, let’s put your new stuffie in the cart, then I’ll get you back in your sling here.”

“She’s even okay with a sling without a fit?”

“She’s pretty great,” Ivy said as she leaned back down on the ground and faced me away from her. A few moments later, I felt the cloth beneath my legs, and I was facing the same direction as her, but now high above the ground.

“Wish my boy would act like that… oh well, we’ll keep trying. I heard about a new daycare center across town that seems to have more success with them accepting their proper position.”

“Good luck,” her mom told her. I found it odd to be moving forward, held high above the ground by the sling. Every now and then, Ivy would stop and look at something on the way to the checkout. When she leaned over, I would involuntarily bend over with her. Frequently her hands rubbed my body, reassuring me that she was there.

Checking out was pretty smooth, and we parted ways with her parents once everything was loaded in the car. I had a soaked diaper, but Ivy waited until we got home to change me.

“Oopsie,” she said as she unbuckled me.

“Oopsie?”

“You leaked all over,” she told me.

Sure enough, I looked at my dress and saw a half-moon on each side of where my legs had set. “Good thing we’re home now?”

“Yeah, but I’ll have to remember to wash your car seat out later.”

“Oh,” I said. “I’m sorry…?”

“This isn’t your fault, sweetie. It’s Mommy’s! Let’s just get you a bath and then go to bed. Tomorrow’s going to be an unusual day with my appointment.”

I nodded, ‘I wonder how it will feel to be furniture while it goes on…?’ I thought to myself. ‘Kind of like being back at the beginning of residency, actually.’

I sighed and clung to her as she carried me inside. The soaked snap bloomer portion of the dress clung to my legs a little and began to feel pretty uncomfortable. I didn’t have long in it, though, because Ivy stripped me as soon as she got me inside the nursery. My bath was on my own and a much quicker affair that night before she sat down in the rocking chair with me, “Okay, baby, ready for your num nums?”

I groaned but didn’t fight the boob flung in my face a moment later. I clearly couldn’t - between the size of Ivy, and the sheer addictive quality of her milk, I was going to be along for the ride for the foreseeable future. ‘At least it puts me to sleep, so I don’t have to think about it!’ I thought to myself before falling asleep.
 
 

Chapter 34: Take Your Daughter To Work...
 

THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up and found myself already on the changing table. “Oh, those eyes do open!” Ivy told me as she tickled my naked side.

I stuck my tongue out at her.

“Careful or a little birdie will bite that!” she told me.

I stayed silent as she finished changing the obviously wet diaper and began dressing me for the day. She didn’t ask my input as she just chose to dress me in a cute and fluffy purple dress that would make any girl feel like a princess. The skirt of the dress was the longest I had worn, coming down to my knees and surprisingly past my diaper to conceal it! The dress somehow puffed out the skirt in a bell almost as far as my arms could stretch.

I found myself awkwardly trying to figure out how to hold my hands comfortably and not crush the dress as I followed her to my high chair.

“What’s with dressing me up so much?”

“The cuter you are, the less likely this little girl’s parents will mind you being in the room with me for her appointment.”

“Oh…”

That kind of increased my trepidation about the whole thing. I had worked hard to become a damn good doctor, and today I was just going to be a child going to work with Mommy… Worse yet, a baby going to work with Mommy!

I sighed.

“Let’s get you fed, and we’ll be on our way,” she told me as she picked me up next to my high chair and carefully sat me inside. She fussed with the dress for a moment before putting an extra-large bib on me. Then, she began shoveling in oatmeal almost faster than I could swallow as soon as it was on. I felt bloated from eating it so fast, “I ate too much,” I told her as she was about to put me to her breast a few minutes later.

The look on her face was annoyed, “Please try and get some milk in you?”

“If I throw up, it’s not my fault…?”

She looked at me, “That full?”

I nodded.

“I didn’t feed you any more than normal… in fact, it’s less?”

“It was the speed,” I told her.

She looked thoughtful, “I’ll nurse you in my office when we get there. I should have enough time. That’ll give your stomach enough time to do something with your breakfast.”

I nodded gratefully as she buttoned her shirt back up and placed me on the floor in the living room. “I need to go add some pads really quick to my bra…” she said and stepped out.

I really had no desire to throw up! ‘Besides, it’s her own damn fault I’m nursing from her in the first place!’ I really didn’t know how to sit in the puffy dress, so I just walked around the living room examining the additions since she’d made me her baby. I’d woken up in the swing, but I hadn’t really looked at it.

‘It’s not so much of a swing as a stationary egg,’ I thought. Some buttons were visible on the front, but I couldn’t see the writing above them from the ground. It looked like they controlled the patterns of motion. ‘I did sleep well in it the other day.’

I looked at a pink baby walker that stood next to the couch, ‘She said she’s not going to take my ability to walk, so why even buy that?’ There was a front bar of bead toys, a mirror, a plush animal, and a couple other toys I couldn’t identify.

Ivy came out just then and asked, “Ready?”

I nodded and held my arms up to her. She gathered me, my diaper bag, another duffle bag and carried me out to the car. Strapped in, I asked, “How far are we from your hospital?”

“Only about ten minutes,” she replied, starting the car. “I didn’t want anything further out, so I didn’t have a long commute home if I was tired from working.”

“I get that,” I told her.

Of course, I’d now have a short commute myself! Daycare to home would be a quick trip too. I was pretty sure I wanted to go to daycare far less than I’d ever wanted to go to work! ‘At least today I’ll be with Ivy,’ I thought, somewhat relieved by that.

We were at the hospital in no time, and Ivy gathered a shouldered briefcase, my diaper bag, and me before setting off to her office in the vast building. I was impressed as she walked through the door at just how massive and high-tech the hospital was. A robotic receptionist and a couple of nurses helped check in patients.

She wound her way through to an elevator, towards the top, and finally down a long hallway. Suddenly I was started by an excited voice, “Oh my God, is this her?!?!?” Making Ivy turn.

“Hi Mace,” she said to her. “Yes, this is my new little girl Holly. Holly, this is your Auntie Mace, the best nurse in the hospital and one of my bestest friends.”

“You’re soooo cute!!!” She said and pinched my cheeks.

I felt my face turn red, and I wanted to punch her if I’d had better leverage. Unfortunately, Ivy had one of my arms completely blocked, and there was no way for me to get free.

“Now, Mace, we talked about this. Holly isn’t regressed… so she’s probably about ready to kill you right now. Maybe tone it down just a bit?”

“I think that’s a mistake…” she said.

Ivy squeezed me, “I promised her, and I intend to keep that promise.”

“To each their own. We have to set up a playdate with Ellie, though!”

“That we can do… maybe next week?” she suggested.

“I’m off next Thursday?”

“It’s a date!” she told her.

“Great!” she said, “Now, why are you here again? You still have weeks of maternity leave left!”

“The almighty boss called and wanted me for a surgery. Offered me two extra weeks of maternity leave and a few other carrots to come in for it.”

“Can’t blame you for taking it. Are you taking Holly to the daycare today? She can meet Ellie?”

“No, I don’t want to be away from her quite yet. I was told she can come with me to the Pre-Op today.”

“Hope they don’t mind?”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m giving up maternity leave to be here - Holly’s coming one way or another,” she told her with a smile. “Anyway, we need to get to my office. We don’t have much time, and someone here was too full to nurse when we left.”

“Oh, is that right, was her wittle tummy too full?”

I sighed, “Nice to meet you,” I told her.

Ivy squeezed me, carried me further down the hallway, and opened her office. Her corner office! Just before we stepped inside, I saw the label that she was the Chief Pediatric Surgeon. “I didn’t realize you were that high ranking in the hospital?” I told her.

“Sometimes a person is in the right place at the right time to be lucky,” she told me. “Four years ago, I saved a board member’s daughter after she was impaled on a fence post. He was grateful to me and pushed for me to get the job when my predecessor retired.”

She set the bags down that she brought on by a large desk. Now that she had a free hand, she checked my diaper; before sitting down on a small couch, she had, “Time to empty Mommy’s breasts!”

I sighed, “Okay, Mommy.”

For some reason, as I nursed this time, I didn’t immediately fall asleep. I was kind of groggy, but I wasn’t falling asleep like I usually did. ‘I wonder why,’ I thought to myself. Unfortunately, that meant I was wide awake as I felt a sudden cramp, and my body contracted my bowels to begin pooping the diaper. I couldn’t stop nursing, though; it was a compulsion to continue to drink the addictive liquid. Lili’s loud heartbeat served as a tempo to keep nursing, though I wanted nothing more than to rip the damn diaper off my butt.

I heard her sniff, “Uh-oh, smells like I have a stinky baby,” she cooed.

I fidgeted and fussed but couldn’t convince my brain to unlatch.

“It’s okay, though. I’ll get you all clean after you finish eating.”

To my relief, as her breast milk trickled to a stop, I was able to pull my face clear.

“Was that good?” She asked me.

I shrugged, “There’s something in it that’s addictive… Would you please change my diaper?” I sniffed and felt tears on my face as I asked for that.

“Of course, sweetie,” she told me.

She opened the diaper bag and unfolded the changing pad next to her office couch on a coffee table. I was soon lying on it, having the disgusting diaper opened up, when there was a knock. “Come in!” she called just as she lifted my butt clear of the dirty diaper.

“Ivy, I just wanted to let you know they reserved Room 3492 for your Pre-Op appointment. Reception just called to let us know they just arrived and are starting on the initial paperwork.” Mace, her friend, popped into my view. She stared at me with a smile as my legs were suspended in the air.

“About twenty minutes or so then,” Ivy said as she used a wipe to get rid of the sticky glob of poop. “Thanks for letting me know. I’m going to finish getting Holly changed, and I’ll head that way.”

“Sure, you don’t want me to watch her while you’re doing the appointment?”

“No, I’m good. It was one of the conditions of me coming in, and Holly was a doctor in her dimension anyway. She understands patient privacy and confidentiality.”

‘Was a doctor,’ I sighed. ‘Talk about depressing!’

“Okay then, if I don’t see you again today, I’ll see you next week when we get our girls together!”

“Sounds good! See you later, Mace!”

The new diaper was finally taped on, and for the first time, I wasn’t asleep immediately after nursing from her. I was more depressed, though. She sensed it, “I’m sorry,” she told me.

“Are you?”

“Yes, I am,” she told me. “Look… they’ll just assume I’m letting you play dress up, but I brought something for you.” She reached into the duffle she had brought and handed me one of my white doctors’ coats. The name tag read ‘Dr. Holly Nickerson.’

I held it in my hands, “It won’t let me practice medicine,” I told her without a question.

“No… but maybe being around…?”

I sighed, “Let’s just go see your patient,” I told her as she stood me on the ground. I did smile a bit as I pulled on the jacket over my dress. It seemed okay that it was bigger than it should be then. It laid down over the top of my dress just fine but looked awkward down where the poofy skirt flared out. She pulled my favorite stethoscope out from somewhere, and I saw it had shrunk closer to my size than some of my other things.

She donned her own coat and scope that were hung on her chair and grabbed a thin tablet like mine at home. “Shall we go, Doctor?” She asked me while holding her hand out.

“Okay,” I said, taking her hand. Unfortunately, the examination room was in another wing of the building. That meant it took some time to walk over there and take the elevator to the correct floor.

One Amazon nurse looked at me in the elevator and said, “Oh, how cute! She came to work with Mommy and dressed like her?”

I seethed, “Yes, I did, but I actually am a doctor.”

“How cute? She likes to play doctor?” she laughed, “You have quite the imagination.”

Ivy spoke up then, “She actually is a doctor. Med school degree completed her residency, and has several years of experience as a very accomplished pediatric surgeon.”

I looked at the lady and wanted to gouge her eyes out right then as she assessed me like a piece of meat. “What person would let a little work on them?” She huffed as the elevator opened, “Stupid people!”

Ivy kept a hold of my hand as the nurse left on a different floor than our destination. Then, when we were alone in the elevator, she hissed, “Careful, you DO NOT ever want to piss off the nurses!”

I sighed, “I know… I always made sure they knew I appreciated them back home… not sure I would ever be able to do that with that one.”

“She is a real bitch,” she said honestly to me. “But be careful… she’s the worst of them, but all of them usually really like putting smart Littles like you in their places,” she warned me.

I nodded, “I’ll remember that.” I told her, thinking back to her friend Mace I had just met.

As she led me down a couple more hallways, the nurses stopped us and cooed at me several times. I was pretty surprised that Ivy didn’t just pick me up and carry me, but for some reason, she was letting me be the most mature she’d let me be in the last week. We soon came to the room that she’d been told and found the patient, her parents, and another gentleman.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Nickerson,” Ivy said, letting go of my hand and extending hers to the parents. “Hi Bob, what are you doing here?” she asked the other gentleman.

“I can’t be visiting patients in my hospital?” The man chuckled.

“A little unusual for the CEO to be out of the office?” Ivy pressed politely.

“Rachel and Jake are my sisters’ kids,” he told her. “And little Jade here is my great-niece.”

“That explains getting me out of maternity leave,” Ivy said with a smile.

“This, by the way, is Doctor Nickerson too,” she said, patting my head.

The parents smiled affectionately at me, but the little girl looked at me more curiously. “You, doctor?”

“I am actually,” I told her and found myself walking over to where she sat on the edge of the bed. “Hi, I’m Holly,” I held my hand out to her like I always did my patients back home. ‘Well, with a different name,’ I griped to myself.

“Cool!” the girl said with a smile.

“So, let’s take a look at what’s going on with Jade,” Ivy said. She picked me up and sat me on the bed next to Jade while her parents gathered, looking at the tablet’s screen. I could just see the screen and a display of what looked like an extremely advanced version of a hybrid CT Scan and MRI. There was a level of detail on display that made it seem more like you were able to peel the skin away on a cadaver to identify issues and plan surgeries. “So, the diagnosis from her cardiologist is that she needs a new heart valve. We’ll be going in laparoscopically and implanting a small batch of C32E Nanites. They will first create a connection to an external artificial heart. Once that’s done, they will use the existing tissue to create the new valve before reconnecting and restarting her heart.”

I watched as she pulled up a small video of the procedure displayed and looked in wonder. It was crazy how an open-heart surgery was done there. Ivy sat the tablet down next to me as she answered some questions, and I managed to pull up the imaging of Jade again. Looking at it, though, I felt my heart drop. This was a major misdiagnosis! She was standing next to me, “Doctor Nickerson?” I asked her.

Hearing me call her name like that was weird, and she stopped. “I’m almost through here? Give me just a moment.”

“Please, can we talk in the hallway just a moment?” I spoke to her in a voice I reserved when I needed to talk with a colleague about a disagreement.

I had never spoken to her like that, and she noticed something was up, “It can’t wait?”
 

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