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Dyrel looked at me.
I spoke and my voice rasped as liquid-filled my lungs.
Probably my own blood.
“Do it,” I said.
What other choice did we have?
The doctor took my arm and injected me with it.
I felt the keen pinch of the needle as it pierced my skin, and the liquid as it flooded my body. It was cold and spread up my arm. The moment it hit my chest, it exploded across the rest of my body.
Initially, it did nothing.
Then, suddenly, I felt the kick.
My body shook and I bolted upright.
The doctor leaped back, surprised by my reaction.
“We need to hold her down,” he said. “I’ve never seen a reaction like this before.”
The doctor pressed his weight to my shoulders. Dyrel pinned my legs as best he could but was anxious about touching my injured thigh.
I gave one final thrust of my hips. My back arched and I relaxed back into a resting position.
I felt exhausted.
But I was breathing, and it came a lot easier than it had just a moment ago.
The doctor picked up his scanning device again and checked me over.
“Better,” he said with a faint smile. “Much better. I suggest we let her heal naturally and in her own time. I don’t know enough about the species to make a good diagnosis at this point.”
“But will she live?” Dyrel said. “Will she recover?”
“Yes. But it will take some time.”
Dyrel fell to his knees beside me and clutched my hand in his.
I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open.
“You’re going to be fine,” he said, stroking the back of my hand. “Does she need to go to the hospital?”
“It’s not a good idea to move her right now,” the doctor said. “But she’ll need frequent check-ups.”
“Tell me what she needs and it will be made available to you.”
The doctor nodded.
“You don’t need to show me to the door,” he said. “She needs you now more than ever.”
Dyrel kissed the tips of my fingers as my eyes fluttered shut and I drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep.
I awoke sometime later, my eyes opening like rusty shutter doors.
The first thing I was aware of was the sound of voices being raised. Shouting. Not in the bedroom, but behind the door in the next room.
