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Whether they really were in Darrow for the long haul or it was just another temporary trick that the Island was playing on them, there were a few things that the city provided that Asher was taking full advantage of. Unfortunately for Daniel and Celia, today's thing happened to be proper health care.

The doctors on the Island did what they could with what they had, but none of that was the same as having an actual pediatrician with access to all that modern day medicine had to offer, not just what some stupid Island deemed okay to have.

There were shots, blood and now there were tears and a pair of dramatically quivering bottom lips. The lollipops and stickers each child had gotten hadn't seemed to pacify them any, and Asher didn't blame them. He would have been insulted if someone had offered him those things, too.

Ducking into a less crowded corridor, Asher let the twins get the crying out of their system. Walking down the street with two sobbing children would probably have drawn some unwanted attention, so he decided to avoid it altogether and let them have their meltdowns inside.

Hopefully it didn't take to long. The doctor's office smell really set his teeth on edge.

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"They both have them. Genetic," he shrugged. He didn't want to say that it came from their mother's side, but he didn't think he had to when he obviously didn't have them.

"Complete heterochromia," Danny diagnoses, sounding impressed, and he can't help but drop into a crouch to take a proper look. "I've only ever seen that in a text book." If both kids have them, the odds are that means only one thing.

"Twins?"

Daniel leaned further into Asher as the doctor moved closer. "He's not a side show attraction," Asher said. The man's text book probably never hit him for staring too long, but Asher would.

"D'you know Dr. Fitch?" Celia spoke up, head finally poking out from beneath the coats.

Danny leans back in turn, careful not to offend or scare. "Sorry. Sometimes firsts can feel kinda rare in obstetrics, it's just baby after baby after baby, so," he gestures at the boy, "I find this kinda cool."

When he sees another pair of eyes under the pile of coats, Danny can't help the smile of surprise that flickers across his face. "Wow. That's something. I know a Dr Fowler. Does that count?"

"Delivering normal, healthy babies... How tragic for both you and your patients." Maybe he did know Fitch. That attitude was familiar, but it could have just been a general medical professional thing.

"Does Dr. Flower know aunt Dani?" Celia asked around her lollipop.

"That's not what I meant at all," Danny replies, turning to give the man a strange look. No two births are the same just like no two babies are, but he doesn't think that means he can't appreciate other medical phenomena along the way.

Rising to his feet, he rests his hands on his waist and blows out a long breath of air, pretending to think about the little girl's question. "Well, I dunno. Maybe. He knows a Danny." At that, he chucks a thumb at himself.

"Sounded that way," Asher insisted, shifting Daniel so he was facing forward.

Celia looked unimpressed. They might have gotten their mother's eyes, but that expression? That was all Asher. "And that's daddy and that's Daniel," she said, pointing to each in turn before turning her finger at the doctor, "and you're not my aunt Danica. You're a boy."

"I'm a man," Danny corrects and though there's an insistence in his voice, he sounds good-natured enough. "Who're you?"

"You're a boy and my aunt Danica is a girl and she has teef that come down like this," Celia rambled, using both index fingers to mimic fangs against her mouth. "Daddy has them, too, but they're not scary."

It was a good thing Asher wasn't an operative or something. Celia would have just spilled everything to anyone who would listen.

"'m Celia."

"Huh." Danny isn't sure what a normal reaction should be after hearing something like that. He does know, however, that it probably ought to be directed to the adult, rather than the child. "You some kind of fetishist?"

"Vampire," Asher said, not bothering with the detail that it was actually former vampire. Despite the fangs, he thought that much should have been obvious.