Page 111 of The Princess's Cyborg


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He raised his eyebrow."I will be right over there."

About that time, Veta came in, with Wrathin on her heels.

"What's going on?"Veta asked.

Bahran met them at the door.They stayed back, giving the doctor room and a little privacy to speak to her."She's throwing up."

Veta glanced at him like he was crazy."She's got a flu.I have it too.We both were throwing up the other day, and couldn't help laughing about it.Probably something from the different worlds."

"But you two were on the same worlds," Wrathin said.

"I was on every one of your moons, thank you very much.We both probably just caught a cold of some kind."

"That's taken this long to come around?"Bahran asked.He shook his head."No, this is more serious than that."He could feel it in his gut."Something is not right with her."

The medic came out."Highness Bahran, come please."

Wrathin snorted.

Veta elbowed him.

"Sorry.It's just funny.He was Tarnished.Now he's an Empress's Consort."

Bahran shook his head.Wrathin wasn't wrong.It was a strange turn of events.

He reached the doorway."Yes?Is she okay?"

"Come here please."

He took a seat next ot her on the bed."What is it?Is she well?"

"You are Rhimodian, correct?"

Bahran nodded."Obviously."

"May I scan you?"

"Yes."

He scanned Bahran and did some things on the data pad he used.He kept nodding his head, and muttering to himself, but not enough that anyone could understand what he was saying.He might not have been speaking standard, the words so hard to understand.

"Well, is she healthy?"Bahran asked.

The doctor looked at him."Yes.Yes, she is."He turned his gaze to Caoimhe."May I be the first to congratulate you, Empress Bron, for being pregnant.You're going to have a baby."

Bahran blinked."Pardon?"

Caoimhe started to grin."I thought Rhimodians cannot have children.Wasn't that the thing you told me?That you were looking for comparable species?"

"We are.Were."He shook his head.He didn't understand this."We had tried with Terrans before.None had ever been able to conceive before."

"So how is this possible?"

The doctor looked at his data and back at her."I cannot be sure, but from what I can tell, it reads like your cells have been reorganized."

"They what?"Caoimhe asked.

He waved his hand."Not in a bad way," he said."More like, repaired and enhanced."