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Lawrence shook his head. "Like I said there was a lot of throwing up in the infirmary and I've been a little tender on what I can eat since but it seems to be mostly from the damage." He gestured at the base of his ribcage right down to the terminal end of the scars under his clothes. "It was fairly extensive. I assume much of it is down to that. No fevers, no itching, strange dreams but I think that was the opiates, they have since mostly ceased other than the Blue Kingdom ones but I am told there is a reason for those."

He shrugged. "The more I lay it out the more I realise something has to be different somewhere. I feel more out of control and impulsive."

And that was saying something, he was already very very very impulsive.

Lawrence didn't risk saying anything about Blue Kingdom, vaguely invested in no version of him in any universe coming to any undue harm. In that world Harrison was the boss and could probably be vindictive if his dreams were rendered too unpleasant every night.

"It just grew." he said regarding Butch and this time without warning Rodney beforehand (because he had said it was fine) he summoned the claws in a swirl of ghostly energy and held them up in an emphatic shrug. "Nothing too special." he said.

Lawrence desummoned Butch again with a flourish. "Yes." he said. A promotion. It was strange to think that it had happened at all. He'd gotten lucky but he'd also learned to associate luck with nothing more than a heavier blow when karma caught back up to him.

"I don't care about the symptoms." he said, even though it had put Rodney in danger and in some ways himself. "I just want to know I am not dying this time." A reprieve might have been nice, but a reprieve as always something he thought would be nice and never actually got.

Lawrence submitted to the swabs with his usual cat like indignation and with even more indignation took the cups.

"As long as it isn't medicine." he said, deeply and bitterly suspicious of medicine which had any effect on his brain after the years he had had to deal with being science's psychological guinea pig trying to rein in his issues.

He left to the bathroom and returned a startlingly short time later and set the samples on the table, crossing his arms and putting his back to them in what was almost a childishly huffy sort of gesture.

"Thank you for your help." he said, but it was with the same sarcastic edge as a child thanking a teacher in a sing-song voice. He glared at Rodney for no reason in particular.

Two days later a notice is sent out to Lawrence and anyone he's associated with in a potentially sexual manner. It requests they check in with the infirmary for testing, as well as their recent sexual history and an order not to participate in any form of intercourse until they've been cleared.

The diagnosis : It appears that Lawrence is now sterile and potentially can spread sterility to others. There's concern that they, too, will be able to act as hosts for spreading this new, likely Famine created, disease. The research is now being headed up by the Breeding Program.

Lawrence eyed the panel with a critical eye, not certain of human base values but able to see the very marked differences from the last one he'd had done while out of control of things. Things were once again out of control but in a completely different direction and he found himself wondering if maybe it was just being a hunter, maybe this was what happened and he'd only never noticed because he'd been putting so little energy into his body.

It raised a lot of questions and didn't give too many answers.

"Looks normal, more or less, at least for me." Holding it out to Rodney to take he picked up the bottle to look at it. At least it didn't look like science in the slightest.

"So in short, we have no idea." he said.

"Look its just always far more legitimate going through people in good standing. No one suspects I'm up to something when I deal with you, it's just a straight up question. No one can accuse me of doctoring results or put things off-limits."

He shook his head. "I appreciate your help for what little that is worth."

Shrugging, he headed to the door. "Would be better if you didn't whine so much though."