"Nothing's wrong, Mr. Zeeman," Dr. North said without looking at him. "And what am I seeing? Nothing."
"What does that mean, nothing?" Micah asked, and for the first time I heard a thread of tension in his voice. That iron control, cracking just a little.
North turned back to me with a smile. "You are not pregnant."
I blinked up at him. "But the test…"
He shrugged. "A rare, very rare, false positive. Anita, you're outside normal parameters on every other test we've run, why should we be surprised if a home pregnancy test gets a little confused with your internal chemistry?"
I stared up at him, not willing to believe it yet. "You're sure. I'm not pregnant."
He shook his head. He put the wand back on my stomach. He made a slow circle of a surprisingly small area. "We'd see it here. It would be tiny, but we would see it, if it were there to see. It's not."
"Then how did I come back positive for Mowgli and Vlad's syndrome?"
"I don't know for certain, but I would guess that the same enzymes the test looks for would come back positive if you yourself were a lycanthrope. It's designed to test human mothers, not mothers who are already lycanthropes."
"What about the Vlad's syndrome?" This from the female intern.
North frowned at her. "We'll discuss the case when the patient has had her questions answered, Dr. Nichols."
She looked suitably chagrined. "I'm sorry, Dr. North."
"No, she's got a point," I said, "what about the Vlad's syndrome?"
He touched my chin, moved my head so Requiem's bite marks showed. "Do you donate blood on a regular basis?"
"Yes," I said.
"We're testing for enzymes in the blood at this stage, Anita. I've never read a study on what regular blood donation does to blood test results. We know it can cause anemia, but beyond that, I don't think anyone's really studied it."
"May I ask a question, please?" It was the female intern, Nichols.
North gave her a cold look. "It depends on the question, doctor." He said the doctor part like it was an insult. I was seeing a whole new side of my doctor.
"It's not about the pregnancy, but about the bite."
"You can ask." He made it sound like he wouldn't if he were her, but Nichols was made of sterner stuff, and didn't back down, though she looked nervous bordering on scared.
"There's a lot of bruising around the bite. I thought it was just two neat puncture marks."
I looked at her. "You've only seen bite marks in the morgue, right?" I made it a question.
She nodded. "I took a preternatural forensics course."
"What are you doing in obstetrics?" I asked.
"Nichols is going to be one of the first doctors we'll graduate with a specialty in preternatural obstetrics."
I frowned at them both. "I'd think that would be a very limited specialty."
"Growing every year," North said.
I answered her question. "A vampire bite is like any other wound; if death results from the bite, then you don't get the same bruising. It can leave just two neat puncture wounds, because once the fangs go in, the blood flows easily from the anticoagulant in their saliva. It's drinking, not really eating. Some of the older vamps pride themselves on being able to leave no marks but the two puncture marks. Younger vamps will leave more impressions of teeth, but it's rare for them to break the skin, except with the fangs. The few times I've had vamps leave bite marks that involve more than the fangs, they were going for pain, not just feeding. They wanted it to hurt."
"We saw one body that they thought a vampire and a wereanimal had attacked, because they got impressions of fangs, but the collarbone and neck area were savaged."
I shook my head, and now that North had brought the wound to my attention, it ached a little. Requiem hadn't been a gentleman about this bite. In the heat of his need, he'd done more than just insert fangs.
"I don't know the case, but it could have been just a vampire."
She shook her head. "It was a lot of damage."
I held out my right arm with its mound of bite marks at the bend. "Vampire," I said. I pulled down the neck of my T-shirt, stretching the neck out a little, so I could show her the scars on my collarbone. "Different vampire. He broke my collarbone, and worried at the wound like a terrier with a rat."
She paled a little, but said, "I would love to contact the forensics program and suggest you come and lecture. I think just seeing your scars and talking to you in more detail might help coroners and medical examiners across the country in correctly attributing the damage on some of the victims." She started to reach out, then stopped herself.