Today was the final check up at the hospital, we find Trixie sitting in a wheelchair as she was being pushed through the long hallways by her father. "Now don't worry darling." Her father said. "This will be the last check up... although..."
"Although... what?" Trixie asked looking annoyed. "You said this was the last one."
"From what the doctor told me, they will be performing a completely different method of the check up."
"What?" Trixie felt a little surprised. "So no more blood samples? Eye checks, memory or disorder checks or anything?"
"That's right. I don't know what it is yet, but from what I know, if this new test produces results, then they might either have to bring in a new lines of examinations, or immediately find the real cure to your conundrum."
"Hm, hopefully the latter. I'm getting sick of this place, and I'm getting sick of the people looking at me like I'm on death row or something."
A few minutes later, Trixie and Jonathan made it to the new room where they saw the same doctor that they had been seeing since the start. But instead of the usual bed she lied on for most of her examinations, she was greeted to a large machine with a round entrance way and a flat panel in front of it.
"Welcome back." said the Doctor. "Though I have been informed that you are not looking forward to this, Miss Tang."
"I'm... just sick of the hospital in general. I've been going here for so long, it's been getting under my skin."
The doctor nodded. "I can't really blame you, many weeks with no results. Truth be told, I too am getting tired of this song and dance."
"I... guess we're all a little tired of this aren't we?" asked Jonathan.
"I suppose. But in any case." The doctor directed them to the large machine. "I had to pull some strings for this, but instead of the usual scans we had been doing, we're taking an extra mile. We'll be doing an entire scan on your bones, organs, blood and brain. Unfortunately we do not have a scan of you before this incident, so it will be difficult to make a comparison, but we should still be able to examine any abnormalities."
"Question." Trixie spoke up. "Will this be the last time I have to come here."
"I certainly hope so. But I hope more that we can find the cure for this, no one has ever seen this condition before, we're practically grasping at straws. This is out last option, and I hope it brings results. Now then, you'll have to change into-"
"Yeah I know, I've been doing it for ages now."
"R-Right... sorry..."
After a minute or so, Trixie was now wearing nothing but a light blue robe for the scanner. She keeps forgetting the name of it, but she knows why she needs it.
Afterwards, she lied down on the panel and her hair was fixed to be behind her so as to not get jammed in the machine. The panel began to slide into the machine, startling her slightly. But she was gently placed into the machine, she saw a few lights and heard the machine buzzing, but nothing that scared her, then again, nothing has done so for a long time.
Some time had passed and she was gently moved out of the machine before being able to step out. She looked over to the doctor who was examining the results, then she sat back in the wheelchair next to her father.
An hour passed and the doctor came back with a full list of the results, the doctor walked up to them and sat on the chair in front of them, as he examined the results, his had the most confused expression he's ever shown. "... Absurd... this doesn't even come close to making sense."
"W-What is it?" asked Jonathan.
"If these results are what they're saying... The condition is not just polymer light eruption... it's an entire genetic mutation."
"Wait! What!?" Trixie exclaimed. "Mutation!?"
"Nonsense!" Exclaimed Jonathan. "No one's entire body can just change completely in just a few short hours."
"Why do you think I'm baffled?" said the doctor. "I was worried I couldn't make a comparison, but these don't even show signs of a normal human."
"W-Well what are they!?"
The doctor took a deep breath. "Ok... first off... your entire organs and blood veins had been altered completely. Unlike the usual which are composed of cardiac muscle tissues... yours are not only a purplish grey colour, but they... they look like they're made of... stone?"
"What!? How is that possible!?" asked Jonathan.
"I don't know... it could be stone or something that looks it, but... I just don't know."
"Well... what else?" asked Trixie.
"Right, right... the next part is your skin... it's become dense to a near molecular structure, basically... your skin seems to be as tough as iron... I.. .guess that does explain why the needles we used kept getting damaged."
"Organs of stone... skin of iron..." muttered Trixie.
"Your muscles have also seen this alteration, but I've also spotted these weird veins around them, after a comparison, we've theorised that these veins amplify the force of these muscles."
Trixie leaned forward a bit. "In other words... I'm stronger?"
"That does seem to be the case. The next one and the most unusual one, is the brain... it's completely rewired, some pieces are missing, some new things are here and there. We can't completely explain what this means or what it does, but a completely rewired brain and no changes to your memories or anything. It's absurd to say the least."
"Um... anything else?"
"Heart rate is lowered... these unusual lenses inside your eyes... we also discovered these bizarre purple cells in your blood stream, for now we don't know what they do."
"Is that everything?" Trixie asked.
The doctor looked over to a few more papers he had. "Yeah... as well as your skin being so dense to a molecular level, your teeth, bones and hair are too, in fact... we noticed these... fangs?"
Jonathan suddenly stood up looking angry. "I've heard enough!"
"I'm sorry?" asked the doctor.
"Yeah, you should be. I asked for a detailed result on what her condition is, and all this just sounds like a bunch of made up nonsense. Are you just guessing? Does that machine even do anything?"
The doctor stood up too. "Mr Tang, I would never make up symptoms for an illness I've never seen before. The purpose of my work is to analyse unhealthy conditions and find the treatment for them."
"At first, I was trusting what you were saying, but now spouting this nonsense! You're trying to make my daughter sound like some kind of monster! Are you just trying to make things sound worse so I can give you more money!? You make me sick!"
"The only one spouting nonsense here sir is you. Keep in mind that I, nor have the hospital itself has not asked even one cent from you, even at the start of this. And if I were to just simply make up conditions like that, I would lose my job. I have no reason to lie about your daughter's condition. Now Mr Tang, I have not finished with my analysis-"
"I refuse to hear any more of your ridiculous lies about my daughter. I'm taking her home right now."
"Mr Tang, you can't just leave here without understanding your daughter's condition."
"She's been getting healthier every day. Aside from her skin, she's been getting better. So we're going home, and we are not coming back to this low-class hospital with its lying doctors."
"I..."
Trixie began to notice the doctor's hidden anger towards her father, she could almost see his blood boil from within. Seeing this blood made her gently lick her large fangs.
The doctor tried to regain his composure. "V-Very well, Mr Tang... it appears that my three weeks of studying your daughter's conditions and theorising new methods and illnesses... were not to your liking. Should Trixie's condition worsens, feel free to come back, I'll keep the research notes and reports on this so we can begin again."
"Hmph. I'll find another hospital with better staff." Jonathan turned to Trixie. "C'mon darling, I'm tired of this place."
Trixie stood up and followed her father out of the room. But before she did, she turned to her doctor. "Um, thanks for your help."
The doctor nodded with a small smirk, looked to have felt glad he was respected for his work from one person.
After getting changed back into her normal clothing, she made her way home after pulling her hood back up to avoid the sun light.
Hours had passed and Trixie sat on her bed reading one of her old comics, unfortunately she didn't feel any excitement or joy, she did feel a little happiness though, but that was because she had another steak today with a bit of blood mixed in.
She wondered again why drinking blood gave her this satisfaction, it quenched her thirst and made her feel emotion again. She gently placed the comic down and rubbed her forehead.
"Damn... with how necessary it is for me to drink blood and stay away from sunlight, I almost feel kinda like a Vam-"
Trixie's eyes shot open in complete shock, she was beginning to realise just what her condition could actually be. She let out a nervous smile. "N-Now don't be ridiculous Trixie. You... a Vampire? They don't exist. N-Now let's see... they drink blood, hate sunlight, have no reflection in mirrors... see that's two out of three, I have a reflection. I checked... b-before... I first..."
Trixie realised something, before her conditions started, she had never once looked at herself in the mirror, truth be told, she was scared of seeing what she looked like. She looked up to see her vanity mirror, she slowly walked towards it feeling so scared of what she's gonna see, but approached the mirror anyway.
She gazed deeply into the mirror, sweat trickled from her forehead, her hands trembled. What she saw in the mirror... was nothing. Her reflection was completely gone, she could see what was behind her. Trixie felt foolish for not discovering this sooner, it all began to feel so obvious now.
Trixie gently placed her hand in front of her face. "No... doubt about it... I'm... a Vampire... heh..." Trixie began to chuckle, a small smile crept on her face. But soon that chuckle turned into laughter...
Trixie began to laugh even louder, leaning back slightly, the kind of laughter that would belong to someone completely insane. She then leaned forward and threw her fist into the mirror smashing it into a thousand pieces, while continuing to laugh out loud.
