was another creature, even smaller than the lice moving around down there.
It was constantly moving to escape the strong light and we found it difficult
to track it properly.
certain what it was... a mite of some kind probably because of its sheer
small size. Mol mumered something in my ear and disappeared into Van's
so engrossed with tracking the mite, I never heard him return.
he said very loudly. "Your bed's full of them, Larry. I don't think
we have to worry about them - they'll do her no real harm. I don't know
what's wrong here yet but whatever is affecting her condition - it's
making her worse."
when I glanced up from the scope for a second and caught Mol's grimmace
out of the corner of my eye, did I ask him: "How's she doing?"
better come and see for yourself. It isn't good!", he replied somberly.
I heard it - a silly incoherent stream of words and childish sound coming
from the bedroom. We walked in to see Van, trembling, and gurgling like
a mad woman!
last long. As soon we tried to console her, she collapsed back into feverish
sleep... more like a coma than true sleep.
I could stop him, Mol flung back the sheets and stood there peering down
intently at Van's naked body. If he had said anything other than what he
went and said, I would have decked him there and then as I saw him feeling
her breasts and lower body. He looked up at me, paused... and than said
- almost in a daze: "She has a rash around her breasts and abdomen - I
think I know what's wrong here. Quick, come with me!"
him into the study and back to the microscope, where he began swapping
the samples I had taken from Vanessa. Within minutes - he looked up and
said - "I have it! Here take a look..."
bent over the scope
to take another look!
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