Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 11-15 - Laurell K. Hamilton [813]
I nodded again, squeezing the hands that held me. “I know all that. It’s a medical miracle, yadda-yadda-yadda, just get to the pregnancy part. Do I have Mowgli syndrome, or Vlad’s syndrome?”
He gave me very good eye contact, way too serious, and said, “Yes, as far as the tests can tell us.”
My knees went, and I might have hit the floor, but Micah and Richard caught me. Someone brought one of the chairs up, and the men lowered me into it. They kept their hands on mine, and each of them put a hand on a shoulder, as if they didn’t trust me not to fall forward. I wasn’t that bad, not yet. Not yet.
“What do you mean, ‘as far as the tests can tell’?” Micah asked.
“The two syndromes are like lycanthropy; you can’t have both. A fetus can’t carry both Vlad’s and Mowgli syndrome. If Anita weren’t carrying four different kinds of lycanthropy, a medical impossibility, I’d say we might have twins, but because of the other blood work, and some of the other tests…”
His mouth kept moving, but all I could hear in my ears was the blood roaring through it. Richard and Micah helped me put my head between my knees, and kept me from falling out of the chair. The head between my knees helped after a few moments. But I was glad for their hands on me, holding me in place. I don’t faint, but I’d passed out before, and this felt awfully similar. Jesus, twins. Talk about karmic payback, with interest. Twins with two of the worst birth defects known to modern science. Sweet Mary, Mother of God, help me on this one.
Dr. North’s voice came from just in front of me. He was kneeling by me. “Anita, Anita, can you hear me? Anita!”
I managed to nod my head.
“I don’t want to give you false hope here, because to my knowledge the only way to test positive for these syndromes is to be pregnant, but you tested negative for pregnancy. Twice.”
I raised my head, slowly; one, because it was as fast as I could move it safely, and two, because I didn’t believe I’d heard what I’d heard. “What?” I asked, in a voice that didn’t sound like me at all.
He was kneeling in front of me, and he was tall enough and me short enough that we had perfect eye contact. His face was sincere, worried around the edges. He spoke slowly, carefully. “You tested negative for pregnancy.”
I frowned at him. “But you said…”
He nodded. “I know. I don’t understand the test results either. In fact, the nurses and interns are arm-wrestling right now for who gets to help me do an ultrasound.”
“Arm-wrestling?”
“Do you want the truth?”
“Yeah.”
“No matter what happens with the ultrasound this is a medical first, as far as any of us know. Either you aren’t pregnant, and you’ve tested positive for two syndromes that we thought needed a pregnancy to test positive. Or you are carrying twins, from different fathers, and for some reason our tests deny that you’re pregnant. Unusual enough. And don’t forget, as we discussed on the phone, the Mowgli baby could be viable in weeks, but the other baby wouldn’t be.”
I just stared at him.
“What do you mean, doctor?” Richard asked it.
He gave an abbreviated lecture on Mowgli, and the potential for a speedy pregnancy. “Or something about Anita’s blood work makes her test positive for all of it.” He looked at me, still on his knees. “Are you a lycanthrope? I mean, do you shapeshift?”
I shook my head, then added, “Not so far.”
“What does ‘not so far’ mean?” he asked.
“It means, I came close.”
Micah said, “We thought she was going to shift earlier today.”
“How long has she been carrying multiple strains of lycanthropy?”
Micah glanced at me. I shrugged. “About six months, we think. When she didn’t shift, we just assumed she hadn’t caught it.”
Dr. North nodded as if that made sense. “Logical, up to a point. The literature says the first full moon and you shift, period. But you’re saying she’s had six full moons, and nothing.”
“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” I said.
“I’m sorry, Anita. I