Page 21 of Their Deviant Love
“Morning, Justin, how did you sleep?” Dr. Morgan asks me, following Aurora into the room a few seconds later.
“Fine. Thank you,” I tell her. “What the tests say?”
“I need to run a few more. Your iron levels are high, so are your LFTs. You’re of Irish descent, right?” she asks.
“Yes, Irish American. Why?” I look at Aurora, who’s frowning. “What does that mean? LFTs?” I ask the doctor, because I know my wife wants to know.
“Liver function tests. There’s a condition called haemochromatosis. It’s where excessive amounts of iron are absorbed and deposited in various organs. It can cause all the symptoms you’re experiencing and is predominantly found in people of Irish descent,” she says.
“Is it fatal?” Aurora’s hands are shaking in her lap. I reach over and cover them with mine.
“It can be, but if treated early, you can expect to lead a long and healthy life with maintenance,” Dr. Morgan explains.
“What’s the treatment?” I ask. “And what tests do you have to do?”
“We can run a gene test, to see if you’re a carrier. As for the treatment, it’s simple actually. We take a pint or so of blood from you every couple of weeks for a few months, and you should start to feel some relief from the symptoms. And then we continue to run tests and monitor your progress.”
“We just have to make him bleed?” Aurora chimes in.
“Well, we draw the blood out just like when you make a donation at a blood bank,” Dr. Morgan says.
“Okay, can we do that now? Start it now?” I can hear the urgency in Aurora’s voice. “I have no problem making him bleed. I can do it myself.”
“Ah… we can.” Dr. Morgan clears her throat. “But I will still need to run the genetic test to confirm it.”
“Can it wait until tomorrow?” I really don’t feel like being pricked and prodded with more needles right now.
“No, it can’t,” Aurora tells me. “You need to do this, Con—Justin. I need you to do it.”
Fucking hell, I can’t say no to her.
“Okay, make me bleed, Doc.” I hold out an arm.
“Get comfortable. It will take a little bit.” Dr. Morgan opens her bag and starts pulling things out.
Aurora stands and fluffs pillows. “What are you doing?” I ask her.
“Getting shitcomfortablefor you. Lean back,” she tells me.
Again, because I’m young and not stupid, I do whatever my wife wants me to do. Aurora climbs next to me on the bed.
“You really don’t need to sit here with me, princess,” I tell her.
“Where else would I be?” she says.
“On the deck? Enjoying the sun?” I suggest.
“If you are stuck inside, then I am stuck inside too. We are a package deal, remember?” she says as she holds up her left hand, the diamond shining on her ring finger.
“Right. Are we ready?” Dr. Morgan asks as she approaches the bed.
I turn to Aurora and take hold of her hand. “Go for it, Doc.”
After a few minutes of fussing around, setting shit up and pricking my arm with a fucking needle, the doctor tells me we’re good. “I’m going to give you two some privacy. I’ll be just out on the deck if you need anything.”
As soon as the doctor left, Aurora ordered room service and made me eat a bunch of healthy shit. She says we need to behealthier. She’s also been fussing over me all fucking day. It’s starting to drive me nuts. But I do love her for it.
“Princess, why don’t you put on a bathing suit and jump in the ocean. I’ll sit on the deck and watch you,” I tell her.
