The girls passing by were once again eager to meet me, and even despite my slightly disheveled appearance, they happily answered all my questions. Of course, I didn't clarify why I needed to go to the hospital! I just had to, that's all!
Unfortunately, the nearest medical facility, or as they call it here – a hospital, failed to impress me. In this small hospital, they simply couldn't perform the procedure I needed, as they didn't have the equipment for proper sperm freezing. As a result, I had to travel all the way to First Avenue in the Kip's Bay area. Bellevue Hospital really took my breath away. If I didn't miscount, it was a twenty-five-story building! I can't even imagine how many staff and patients they have!
Of course, such a large hospital had its own sperm bank. Already anticipating how I'd quickly relieve some tension and get a hundred or so bucks in return, I had to face the harsh reality. If I hadn't been thinking with my lower head for the past couple of hours, I might have realized that things like this aren't done so easily.
First, they asked for documents. And here, I almost ran out of the waiting room. I still hadn't internalized the body's memories, but knowing the backstory, I wasn't sure whether Marius had escaped from home. He had escaped not just for any reason, but after his mutant abilities had manifested for the first time, sending his unsuspecting girlfriend into a coma with just a kiss. Damn, I hope it was his girlfriend, not a guy!
After that, the authorities would probably be interested in him, people I wouldn't want to get involved with right now. I'm not sure whether his parents reported him missing, but I didn't want to find out that I was being hunted for that reason.
Luckily, I found out that I could submit my biological material anonymously. This practice wasn't exactly welcomed, but the government was willing to make some concessions to get the most valuable thing a man could offer in this world.
The girl who was talking to me said that in this case, they'd pay me significantly less, but I didn't have time to get disappointed. She mentioned an approximate amount, and it was way more than I'd hoped for! From a thousand to fifteen hundred bucks! And that's just sixty percent of what men who don't need to hide their information get!
I was ready to donate sperm three times a day for that kind of money!
Unfortunately, there were other obstacles on my way to wealth. The first thing I had to do was undergo a rather delicate medical examination. The donor was supposed to have fairly decent health. Serious hereditary diseases that could be passed down to children were a definite no-go.
Additionally, the donor should ideally not have bad habits such as smoking, alcoholism, or drug addiction. And lastly, in order for the material to be of good quality, it could only be donated once a week.
This made it clear that getting rich from donations was hard, but supporting myself wasn't too difficult.
I was really scared that no one from the medical staff would accidentally touch me, but everyone who worked directly with my body, taking blood for tests or even doing a prostate ultrasound, worked like normal people, using disposable gloves. The thin latex, or whatever material they use, served as a great barrier and prevented my abilities from activating.
Does this mean that a condom could save me? No, what I need is a full-body condom, or maybe a diving suit. Ugh. Damn sperm whales!
Immediately after all the tests, they finally offered me the procedure I had come here for. It was funny that the hospital had a whole team of staff members on hand, ready to help the donor with his difficult task. Yes, yes, this isn't about magazines or even porn on TV! This is real service and care for the clients!
I flipped through the album of photos of medical love workers and regretfully declined the offer. Erection refused to work under such a stressful situation. The unfamiliar environment clearly had a negative impact on him. Once again, I realized that he's an incredibly sensitive person. As for me, I didn't enjoy jerking off into a jar.
It's better to ruin tissues, doing it when you actually want to, than doing it under duress. Although, of course, it's best not to jerk off at all and rely on your partner for that. Yes, yes, inflatable women are everything!
Ha, why do I feel so sad? I'm trying to cheer myself up, but it just makes the stress worse.
After finally handing in the jar with tadpoles for testing, I received a thousand bucks in cash and left the hospital. It had gotten dark outside, but it didn't really hinder the nightlife of the Big Apple. The streets were lit up with so many lights that the night didn't feel like night at all.
Since I had a pretty decent amount of money in my pockets, I decided to treat myself at least for the first night. The same passersby recommended I check out a nearby two-star hotel with the romantic name "31." I didn't like the single room.
The design, reminiscent of my grandmother's old England, reeked of mold and mustiness—not literally, but figuratively. Maybe someone likes that, but definitely not me. I practically threw a hundred bucks into the air.
After taking a shower, I brushed my teeth with a toothbrush I found in my backpack and collapsed into bed. My legs ached so much that I felt like crawling up the wall, but as soon as my head touched the pillow, I passed out instantly.
I woke up around noon, probably at one o'clock. After completing all the necessary hygiene procedures, I finally felt like a real person. I could've stayed in my room until evening, found a pen, a sheet of paper, and carefully thought through my next plans. But… I'm on vacation, after all.
Five damn lives in a row, I've been hopping through different universes, solving other people's problems, sometimes successfully, sometimes not. Do I have the right to let things happen on their own? Oh, yes!
Of course, what I'm doing now might seem a bit insane. Still, I can't forget who I am. We're travelers, like magnets for adventure. Want to know why we're so attractive to writers of all kinds? Because all sorts of things constantly happen to us. And we have to be ready for it. Because not always does the world give us challenges we can deal with. Believe me, from experience!
But right now, my success or failure didn't really matter at all. No, Archie must have planned something, and he didn't just send me here for no reason. But I really don't want to deal with it. He made this mess, and I won't clean it up.
Anyway, I don't know what the future holds, but here and now, I refuse to plan anything. I haven't even thought about what to do today. I gathered my things and went looking for a more authentic flea market than the one I'd been to yesterday.