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When Zahn was born, his mother had taken one single look at him and told the nurses to take him away. She refused to hold him, or even name him. She didn’t want to keep him, she said he was demonic and cursed, and who were the nurses to argue with her when they were just as scared as the mother was of this… abomination. So they slapped “John Doe” on the baby’s paperwork and kept him in the NICU for testing. You see, he wasn’t born normal. He had these strange teeth and little bits of gums growing from his eye socket, and his neck, and one of his legs too. Just.. teeth scattered about his body, growing through his skin. His doctors never seemed to truly care all that much, they would test his blood, examine his abnormalities, make a note of when new teeth started to grow through his skin, take care of the frequent infections, but they never seemed to really try all that hard to cure him or find a treatment that could stop more teeth from growing.
He inevitably got too big for the NICU beds after some time, and he was moved to the pediatrics wing of the hospital. His first word was “mama” and he said it to one of the nurses. They didn’t have the heart to tell him he didn’t have mom, and he was too young to really understand anyway. They knew they couldn’t ever find a cure for him, they didn’t seem to have any interest in continuing to try, and yet, they kept him. He stayed in the hospital. There was no real reason for it, maybe they were just entertained by having a freak like him to gawk at throughout the day. Something like that. They would try to clean his extra teeth but it always made him cry, they were sensitive and they hurt too much when they were messed with. Eventually, they gave up trying to clean the teeth and they let them yellow over time.
*There is way more to this story and it is a work in progress, this is only the beginning of it. I will be posting it on AO3 eventually.*
He inevitably got too big for the NICU beds after some time, and he was moved to the pediatrics wing of the hospital. His first word was “mama” and he said it to one of the nurses. They didn’t have the heart to tell him he didn’t have mom, and he was too young to really understand anyway. They knew they couldn’t ever find a cure for him, they didn’t seem to have any interest in continuing to try, and yet, they kept him. He stayed in the hospital. There was no real reason for it, maybe they were just entertained by having a freak like him to gawk at throughout the day. Something like that. They would try to clean his extra teeth but it always made him cry, they were sensitive and they hurt too much when they were messed with. Eventually, they gave up trying to clean the teeth and they let them yellow over time.
*There is way more to this story and it is a work in progress, this is only the beginning of it. I will be posting it on AO3 eventually.*
