Trapped in an Iron Grip

Dangerous Games Win Fun Prizes

You, your family, and Karl were all standing in the medical bay with Chris and the doctor that examined you and Rose earlier. All of you were waiting patiently as the doctor got the proper files out and addressed the room.

"As all of you know," the doctor started, "I have taken a blood sample from each of you to determine if she is infected with mold or not." The doctor gestured to you as she fiddled with some papers.

Dr. Maria Ramires was a very kind woman. She was the main doctor who checked you and Rose out when you first got to HQ. Dr. Ramires was the one who agreed that you and Rose could stay together while they checked both of you out.

After Karl told you about the whole medicine only working on the infected thing, you asked Dr. Ramires if she could perform the necessary tests to see if you were infected with the mold or some kind of variant of it. She agreed and asked Ethan and Mia to draw some of their blood along with Rose's. When Heisenberg got wind of Dr. Ramires' tests, he offered his blood as a way to check off the Cadou base. Dr. Ramires also asked Chris for blood considering that he's not infected with the mold of any kind.

Now you were here, three days after Dr. Ramires got all of the blood she needed to make a conclusive diagnosis and standing in a circle.

Dr. Ramires took a breath as everyone waited patiently for her to elaborate. "...Would you prefer if I gave this news to you privately?" You thought you knew what that meant, and so did Ethan.

"Heisenberg, did you give my sister-in-law an STI!?" Ethan glared at Karl who raised his hands in defence.

Karl shook his head. "Because of the parasite Miranda put in my side, I can't contract any illnesses. Viruses, infections, and other parasites die the second they come into contact with my immune system," Karl explained with a flourish of his wrist before turning to you. "There is no way that I could have given you an illness or infection of any kind."

"Got it," you said as you turned back to Dr. Ramires. "They're going to find out sooner or later, I don't mind and you'll explain it better."

"Alright... I can confirm that you are infected," Dr. Ramires said your name and you saw everyone stiffen around you. You knew that the mold could kill you or turn you into a monster, so they had every right to be concerned. "But it isn't just the mold you're infected with."

"I'm sorry?" you asked, raising a brow. You'll admit, you were the one who asked about being infected. But hearing the news and confirming that you were infected was still shocking, to say the least. Fear finally set in when you remembered what Ethan and Mia told you about the Baker's house. You didn't want to become that.

"You've been infected with the mold," Dr. Ramires repeated. "I can't say that I know how you got infected thought. Could you tell me if there was any time you came into contact with the DNA of someone who was infected?"

"Plenty," you responded with a nod. "Ethan and I had a system when we were up against Lycans in the village, Ethan would shoot while I got up close and cut at them." You fiddled with your hands as you explained. "Before that, I've been living with Ethan and Mia since Mia announced her pregnancy. I can't think of any situation that involved me swapping DNA with Ethan or Mia though."

"Unfortunately," Karl cuts in, "or fortunately depending on the way you look at it, Lycans, or any other monster in the village don't have anything to pass since their affinity to the Cadou was the lowest of the low." Karl waved his hand around and you thought it was a miracle that he didn't have a cigar in his hand. "...I can think of something that might've infected you... what exactly did the super-sized bitch and her swarms of harpies do to you in that sex dungeon?"

You laughed at his terminology, knowing that Karl was trying to ease you. Your time in Castle Dimitrescu's Dungeon was not something you wanted to remember. Hell, you had nightmares about it for the past three nights and, every time without fail, Karl would pop into your room and check on you. You're pretty sure Karl has nightmares as well and he finds some comfort in you. You also found comfort in him and both of you ended up sharing a bed at night, mainly Karl's since his could support both of your weight. You never pegged Karl to be a cuddler but the death grip he has you in every morning would say otherwise. The bastard was warm so you didn't complain.