“Bitch,” I spoke, cautiously.
“What?” She sounded… annoyed was the wrong word. She sounded ready to kill me, for interrupting her from setting the dogs up with fresh water.
“I think one of these guys is really sick.”
Her head snapped in my direction. “Show me.”
Oh yeah, now that’s certainly gonna get her to care.
The dogs stopped fighting as she stalked toward us. I took the opportunity to gingerly take hold of Sirius’s collar as she ushered the rest away. She glowered at me, “Explain.”
It was hard to organize my thoughts, even without accounting for her intense scrutiny. “Worms. But not, like, tapeworm. I-I can’t see through their eyes or anything.
I suppose they don’t have eyes, then. Flatworms (tapeworm being parasitic flatworms) do have simple eyespots, so I guess that’s what Taylor is using to rule them out.
Um. I don’t know what they are, so I can only tell you what I know. They’re mostly juvenile, only a few adult, um-”
“Above the heart, here?” She pointed to a spot low in his chest.
I nodded.
At least if the worms are young, that might mean this is a recent development.
“And the arteries? There’s one from here,” she pointed at the lab’s shoulder, “To here?” she traced her finger along his spine.
“That’s where a lot of them are. But they’re not just there. They’re everywhere inside him.”
Rachel seems to have some idea of where things are not as they should be. She might be able to tell based on something that is visible to the outside, but which Taylor wouldn’t be able to identify just by sight.
“Fuckers. Those fuckers,” she growled. “I warned them.”
Taking hold of the lab’s collar, she ordered the dog, “Come along, Sirius.”
Which fuckers are we talking about, specifically?
I suppose it’s off to the vet.
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