I would have nodded, but the machine held my head still. As Anthony stepped back and turned it on, and the whirring began, my heart rate spiked. But a warm smile from Tony calmed my nerves, and soon, the test over. I hadn’t felt a thing.
The rest of the appointment went much the same. The Anthonies marched me around from machine to machine, performing various tests on all the different parts of my body. They spoke little as they worked, wholly focused on the tasks, but the soft piano music playing from the speaker in the corner soothed me.
Every so often, I would glance over at Maria’s picture and feel a little pang in my chest for the girl I had never known. I wondered if she had once sat in these spots, performing these same tests. Maybe I never knew her and we had different reasons for being here, but for some reason, I felt a strange sort of connection to her.
But I knew that was just my mind trying to find warmth in a space that felt foreign and confusing
Finally, the testing was complete. All that was left was a blood draw. Tony took three vials of blood, and when it was over, he had me hold a gauze pad to the spot while he prepared a bandage.
“So,” Tony said as he worked, “your son–was he affected by the rebirth in any way?”
“Not as far as I’m aware.” I pulled my finger away from the gauze so he could secure the tape over it. “I died shortly after I gave birth to him.”
“Hm. It still makes me wonder…” Tony exchanged a look with his husband.
“Would you ever consider running some tests on him?” Anthony asked. “If only to find out if he carries the rebirth gene?”
I stiffened at that. “Sorry, doctors, but my son is off–limits.” I stood, forcing a smile. “It’s not personal. I just don’t want to subject him to that.”
“Fair enough.” Tony smiled warmly and guided me back to the curtained–off area, and by the time I emerged, dressed once more, I had all but forgotten about the interaction.
The Anthonies were standing by the lab table, already putting my blood samples through the centrifuge. They didn’t look up as I approached.
“How long until we see any results?” I asked.
Anthony picked up one of the vials and swirled it at eye level, watching the crimson liquid spin and separate behind the glass. “Not for a few weeks,” he replied.
“What are you looking for, exactly?”
“Since these are just preliminary tests, we’re looking for anything atypical,” Tony replied. “Anything in your DNA that might be tangible and collectable. Anything to indicate that your rebirth was biological in origin and not simply magical.”
I tilted my head. “And if it were biological, what then? Would you collect more of my blood? Try to make… I don’t know, a vaccine or something?”
Anthony turned to me and smiled. “We’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it.” He gently guided me
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