“There’s something growing inside of you,” the doctor said as calmly as she could.
“Oh God, another baby!” Kay said.
“No,” Dr. Zylich replied, “A baby would have been a blessing. This is more like a curse.”
Kay wriggled in her seat. She’d grown skeletally skinny in the last two months. Her sit bones hurt and her stomach had bloated unnaturally large. “Well, what is it?” She asked.
“They,” the Doctor corrected her, “They are a kind of worm.”
“What?” Kay stood up and walked to the MRI images posted on the wall.
Dr. Zylich pointed to the one that showed Kay’s abdominal area. “The largest ones are here, absorbing all the food you eat. That’s why you’re tired all the time and bloated.”
“So it’s like a Tape Worm? Fucking disgusting, but there’s drugs right?”
“Yes,” replied Dr. Zylich, “But they won’t work on these. These are not Tape Worms. These are something we have never seen before. Their teeth…
“They have teeth. Um, they’re unusual in behaviour. They disconnect, move around…”
Kay shivered remembering the “baby” kick in her stomach.
The doctor pointed to another MRI result. “See here in your arm, they have set up legions of smaller worms and infected the entire vascular system. They are hooked into each vessel and sucking the blood out of you into them. That is why your arm is swollen and blue and also why you are weak.”
“How can this be? From that stupid jungle trip?” Kay mumbled.
“They have also penetrated your brain, hence the neurological problems. One worm could easily eat through an average brain in four hours, judging by our results.” Dr. Zylich preferred to keep to facts as she knew the feelings were coming.
“Well don’t just talk. Get them the fuck outta my body.”
Dr. Zylich shook her head, no.
Kay was trembling. Lost. Tears washed over her cheeks, “What does this all mean?”
The doctor took a long pause. She looked kindly into Kay’s eyes.
“At this rate of multiplication and infestation, you could be dead by morning. You must go home and get your things in order… unless…”
“Unless you want to be a test subject…”
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