Bear My Babies

“So many?” Bruce looked at her in alarm. “What’s in them?”

“Various parts of the were DNA that make up the reproductive system. There’s shots specific to male and female anatomy. Some of them are simply their basic structures to help my body absorb what makes the were-bears so unique.”

“Wait a minute, you’re going to conceive a bear? That’s going to be a huge baby.”

“I think that given what I’ve seen, the baby will grow according to what the mother can handle. The baby won’t be any bigger than a normal human baby.

“You think?”

“Yes, Bruce, I think. I know there are a lot of risks involved in this. I’m not going into it blind, but I am doing it, so you’re just going to have to trust me.”

“I don’t like it, but I’ll try and trust you.”

“So the first four can go into my arm into the vein. Two in one and two in the other. The next two are intramuscular shots so my thighs would be the best place, then the last can go into my hip. This helps spread out everything through my body and helps me from being really sore in one spot.”

She was happy she’d shaved her legs that morning as she removed her slacks and coat. At least she could leave the tank top beneath her coat on for a little coverage. Bruce was a professional, but that didn’t make her any less apprehensive about being in her underwear in front of him.

“I’ll try to go quick with them,” he said as he rubbed a cotton ball with alcohol on her arm.

The first shot stung a bit, but it wasn’t too bad. The second one made her arm go numb for a couple of seconds. That was something she kept to herself. The third one hurt, badly. She tried to mask the pain, but it felt like fire was spreading through her arm and a light sweat broke out all over her body.

“That one hurt you, you need a break?” Bruce was very observant. It’s what she knew made him an excellent doctor.

“Just a minute.” Finally, the pain subsided, but it was still there. She wondered if it would hurt as it spread through her blood stream. He switched back to the other arm for the next one and it didn’t hurt, then the two in the thighs were painless although she felt a bit dizzy. She chalked it up to taking so much into her body at once.

The one in her hip felt funny—it didn’t hurt, but it was thick going in. She could feel every bit of the liquid as it entered her body and started to move up, which was strange.

“That one was a weird one,” she remarked as she pulled her slacks back on.

“How so?”

“It feels thick moving through my body. I can feel it.”

“That doesn’t sound good. You don’t think it will clog anything, do you?”

“No, I think it’s okay. I’ll let you know if anything feels different.”

“Yes, you need to lie down and wait for twenty minutes then I’m going to check all your vitals. How often do you plan on giving these shots to yourself?”

“The three in the hip and thighs are daily. I did it that way so I could do those on my own. The rest are just weekly. I won’t need your help except for on Thursdays.” Her head felt a little fuzzy.

“Melissa, today is Tuesday. Are you feeling okay? Your cheeks are red.”

Her stomach did a flip and the sweat was back, only this time it was significantly more. As much as she didn’t want to be sick in front of Dreamy Eyes, she didn’t have a choice. Managing to get up from the exam table, she stumbled toward the bathroom. He grabbed her before she fell into the door and steadied her in front of the toilet.

“Out,” she managed to say as she motioned for him to leave her alone and everything she had eaten came out violently. Her whole body trembled as she sat on the floor waiting for the nausea to pass. There was no way to know which shot made her sick although if she had to guess, she would go with the thick one. Of course it would be one she had to take every day.

“Melissa, are you okay?” Bruce was right outside the door. He’d heard her throw up, which was a bit embarrassing.

She started to say she was fine when she started to throw up again. This time wasn’t as violent, but it felt like her stomach was caving in from the cramping. She waited a few minutes to see if she would be sick again and then slowly stood up. Her body was weak as she washed her hands and rinsed her mouth out. When she came out of the bathroom she could walk, but very slowly. He led her back over to the table and helped her lay down, rushing out of the room.

When he came back, he had water and crackers. She didn’t think she could take any of either thing, but after some encouragement, she managed to swallow some water. It felt good on her throat, which stung, and she tried to nibble on a cracker. He started to check her vitals and attached a blood pressure sleeve to her arm.

“I’m fine. My body just isn’t used to it yet.”

“I’m still making sure. Something that makes you that sick that fast is not good for your body. I know you know that, but I’m just making sure you are thinking of these things.”

“You can go, Bruce. Tilly can take care of me,” Melissa said weakly, her body just felt really heavy. There was a throbbing in her head that pinged with every heartbeat.

“I’m not leaving until this whole thing has passed and then tomorrow I’ll be here when you give yourself the shots again. You need another medical brain helping you with this if you insist on doing it.”

Melissa didn’t have the strength to argue with him. The ferocity she had experienced from being sick in combination with the newly-inserted medication had zapped everything out of her. He was right about having another medical doctor around while performing the trial phase of her research. He would be able to offer her insight on what she didn’t notice by having an outside perspective. The more collective research she could obtain, the better prepared she would be to perform the procedure on the next patient. Melissa had been researching this method for so long, putting in countless hours, she refused to let stubborn pride take away an asset.