Page 62 of Healer
“Even the smell is making you sick now. "You’ve got to go to Med-Bay and get checked out,” Emmy fussed with concern.
“Daisy, have you been getting sick?” My physician’s instincts kicked in and I raised a hand to her forehead. She felt clammy but not feverish.
Daisy nodded, then pressed her lips together tightly, her skin turning a faint shade of green. “Tarkas says it is calledenfermo. You know, like getting motion sickness on a boat, except, well, this is a spaceship.”
“You’ve been aboard the Bardaga for weeks now. You should be getting used to it,” Emmy argued, watching intently as I ran my fingers along Daisy’s neck to locate her carotid pulse.
“I know you’ve hesitated to let George examine you since he’s like your child, but Agnes is here now.” Clara decided, waving her hand in consent for me to proceed with my examination. I somehow didn’t think I needed to worry about HIPAA at this point.
Grinning at Daisy’s grumble, I took her wrist and pressed my fingers to the radial pulse. Just like with the carotid, the radial pulse proved indeed fast, perhaps fifteen beats higher than normal. I gave Daisy the once over and despite the faint greenish tint to her skin, she appeared healthy. Shiny hair, rosy cheeks, and it might be because Daisy looked forty years younger than the last time I saw her, but her boobs seemed larger. The diagnosis came to me quickly, although what I considered to be the most telling symptom didn’t exist in any medical journal or diagnostic handbook.
Daisy positively glowed.
I loosened my grip on her wrist, letting my hand tightly encompass hers. I knew how much she’d dreamed of what I said next.
“Daisy. I think you might be pregnant.”
She ripped her hand from mine, eyes glaring at me with more hurt than surprise.
“That’s not funny, Agnes. You know how much trouble I had.”
I glanced at Emmy and Clara’s shocked faces before continuing. “Of course I do. I got you the appointments with all those fertility doctors, remember?” Her hazel eyes flickered at me hurtfully. “I’m not kidding, though. I think it’s a possibility. If the healer can take ALS out of my genetic code, surely it can fix your infertility issues.”
Emmy sat back in her chair, releasing a long breath. “You have all the signs. I don’t know why I didn’t notice before.”
Clara grabbed Daisy’s hand. “When did you have your last period?”
Aggravation, confusion, and the tiniest bit of hope flashed over Daisy’s features. “I haven’t had one since the abduction. I was never regular…” A shimmer of wetness grew in her eyes. “I just thought… could it be real?”
“Hang on.” I turned and undulated my fingers at Hakkar. He rose without hesitation and came to my side in less than five steps.
I freaking loved that.
“Do you have the medi-box on you?” I asked as he knelt beside my chair. His fingers slid over my arm like he couldn’t stand to be this close and not touch me.
“Of course.” His golden eyes swept over me as he frowned. “Do you not feel well, my Aggie?”
“Not me,” I assured him, kissing him on the cheek. “Can you do a scan on Daisy? She’s feeling a little nauseous.”
“Of course.”
My mate rose, moving to Daisy’s side as he removed the square gray box from his belt. His fingertips sank into the malleable surface, and the box flashed with a blue light as Hakkar waved it over Daisy, once… then twice more. A combination of orange, green, and purple lights flashed, somehow giving a diagnosis. Hakkar looked at me, grinning broadly.
“Pregnant?” I guessed.
“About three weeks,” Hakkar confirmed, returning to my side. “The fetus seems remarkably healthy.”
“Daisy?” Daicon’s voice broke through the whirr of my processing thoughts. “Sweetling, I saw Hakkar perform a Medi-scan. Are you well?”
Daisy raised her eyes to her mate and burst into tears, flinging herself into his arms. Daicon held her tightly, his gaze landing on each of us in hopes of an explanation. Poor guy, he looked utterly terrified.
All I could do was grin so broadly my cheeks hurt.
“Sweetling?” Daicon began again. His large fingers trembled as his palms cupped her face.
“We’re going to have a baby!” Daisy blurted, her voice a mix of joy, wonder, and hope.
“A baby?” Daicon staggered back a step, his large hands immediately going to cradle Daisy’s still-flat stomach. “But I thought you couldn’t…
