[ It took a few minutes, and Fox's brows furrowed with a frown as he worked. Eventually, the light faded and he sat back. ]

Well... I can basically confirm some stuff you'd already figured out. There's definitely something that's feeding itself, stuck inside you. Bad juju, if you want a technical term. [ His voice was a little wry, but the worry cut through any humour. ]

I was hoping I'd be able to see how to fix it, but... I think we're going to have to do some research. I just don't know enough to be able to help you without worrying that I might hurt you instead, you know?