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"I will never allow you to suffer, Silla, that I can promise," he finally said, and that would have to be good enough forme.
The next day wassheer torture. Through a viewing window I watched Caceax Adrtet, Moloch, and the two human doctors drain all blood from my mekarry. Watching it impotently was one of the hardest things I had ever done. All my instincts demanded I go inside and stop this bloodletting of hers, and it took all my willpower to convince my legs to stay where they were.
I hated the sight of her on the hover stretcher. She looked so damn fragile, I pounded my fist against a wall.
Machines chugged and beeped, and the four men worked feverishly—fast and efficient.
Bags of blood, donated by the humans she cared so much for, hung waiting by her side, ready to fill her body again with healthy blood cells.
I heard from Xandros this morning that the rebellion on Earth was enthusiastic, but not strong enough. From Daryus I was informed that he was working on the council to accept the Cryons into the empire, something none of us wanted, but it seemed the only way to stop the Cryons from utterly destroying Earth.
None of that mattered to me at the moment though. All that mattered lay there on that hover stretcher with an unmoving chest.
I let my forehead fall against the cool glass of the window and prayed to all the gods that they would protect her and give her strength. This I knew was the most critical moment. She had stopped breathing and her cells were being washed out by a clear liquid. The medtechs had explained how the liquid did that to me earlier, but I didn't care.
I think I only breathed again when I watched Moloch change a crystal clear bag for a red one, indicating they were ready to fill her body with blood again.
My hands balled into fists as they pressed against the glass. I tried to send all my willpower to Silla to force her to wake up after the bags quickly drained.
"Come on, come on, come on," I pressed out.
The last drops of red blood entered her body through lines connected to her veins. Already I could see the rosy color returning to her flesh. The same shade her skin had held when I had first seen her in Crough's great hall.
The four men stepped back from her motionless body, machines beeped, but all four heads were turned toward one. I zeroed in on it too, watching a flat line move across the screen.
Caceax Adrtet entered a few commands into his tablet and I watched in horror as Silla’s body jerked, coming half off the table. He did it again and I was ready to storm inside to pummel him to the ground or shake Silla until her eyes opened, I wasn't sure which.
And then I heard it, first one beep, then another, and my eyes filled with those damn tears again as I realized it was her heartbeat captured on the screen.
That's when nothing held me back any longer. I stormed into the procedure room, where four heads turned to me in alarm.
But I didn't pay any attention to them, I rushed to Silla’s side, wanting to be the first thing she saw when her eyes opened.
"When will she wake up?" I demanded when I noticed her pupils move underneath her closed eyelids, which didn't seem to want tolift.
"Any moment now, Lord Protector," Caceax Adrtet said, staring down at Silla with almost as much intensity as me.
I took her hand, held it, brought it up to my lips to kiss her knuckles—not caring about the four men watching us. "Come on, Silla, wake up."
A small sigh escaped her lips and the movement behind her still-closed eyelids grew faster.
Her eyelids fluttered and another sigh escaped her lips. "Silla!"
For a tic or two terror rushed through me as her eyes blinked, tried to focus, and her expression made it clear she was trying to figure out where she was. This was the moment of truth where we would find out if her brain had taken any damage.
"Garth?"
"I'm here, mekarry, I'm here." I showered her hand, her fingers, with kisses. "Are you alright?"
She blinked a few times, her lips rose in a small smile. "I think so."
She tried to rise and after giving Caceax Adrtet a questioning look and him nodding at me, I supported her effort to sit up.
"How do I look?"
"Beautiful," I sighed, chuckles bubbled inside my chest and rose to the surface. "Absolutely, stunningly beautiful, my love."
I helped her look at her hands and arms. One of the human doctors produced a mirror for her to see and I admitted her coloring was an improvement from the grayish silver, but it wouldn't have mattered to me either way. I lovedher. Not what she looked like.
