kit held in her hand, and G’ntriel barely a step behind.
“Sarah,” G'ntriel said in a voice that had lost its musical quality for the first time since he’d met her. “Tee-ani, anything this ship has is available to you. Help her, please.”
Tee-ani nodded, but didn’t turn around, all of her attention focused on her patient. She turned to the bag and withdrew a small cylinder that she pressed against Sarah’s neck. Sarah flinched as the metal touched her briefly and then relaxed again as the medication flowed through her veins.
“Where is the injury?” Tee-ani asked, glancing at Jordan for a moment before turning back to her patient. Jordan tried to remember Sarah’s description to the doctor on the planet.
“Lower right side, just above the pelvic bone. A projectile weapon hit her. The bullet passed straight through, but it’s the infection she’s fighting right now.”
“I’ve given her a wide-spectrum antibiotic synthetic agent, but considering how heavily the infection has affected her, it may take an hour or two for the synthetic antibodies to work. She needs the original wound treated in the medical bay.”
Jordan moved to lift her into his arms, but the concerns about his crew leaped to the forefront of his mind as he stepped from the ship.
“Where’s Andrews?” he asked, noticing the absence of his first mate. He should’ve been here. It was the first mate’s duty to be on hand as the Captain boarded his ship.
“That, dear friend, is a long story, and one I’d be happy to entertain you with once Sarah is making her recovery.”
He nodded once and set aside the curious comment, hoping that G’ntriel could keep Sarah safe. Then he led the way to the medical bay. He lowered Sarah onto the treatment table as her eyes fluttered open.
“Welcome back,” he said, smiling into her eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” she croaked, her throat sounding dry and sore, remnants of the fever.
“Hello. Sarah. I’m Doctor Tee-ani and I’m going to fix this wound so that your body can fight the infection faster, okay?”
“Absolutely,” Sarah whispered, closing her eyes again tiredly.
“Okay, Jordan, er ...I’m sorry, I mean, Captain. Can you pass me the cutting laser?” she asked, blushing slightly at her gaff. Jordan smiled at her, the friendly gesture trying to convey his lack of annoyance. Nobody on the ship called him Jordan, except for G’ntriel and, quite frankly, considering her skills, she was more than welcome to call him anything she wanted. Judging by his new doctor’s confident actions so far, it looked like she’d deserve the same treatment.
He turned to retrieve the laser and handed it to her as he said, “Jordan’s fine. No need for the ship’s doctor to call me Captain.”
“Okay,” she said carefully as she glanced over at the encouraging smile on G’ntriel’s face. The doctor worked efficiently, her hands moving smoothly as she cut away the material that covered Sarah’s wound and then peeled back the soiled dressing. Underneath, the wound looked puckered and weeping, angry red and white streaks surrounded the hole and the stitches pressed into the swollen flesh, giving it an overstuffed look.
“Help me turn her onto her side. I need to see the exit wound.”
Sarah grunted as Jordan slowly moved her onto her side. His hand rubbed soothingly along the length of her arm as he held her still for the doctor. Tee-ani used an array of instruments he’d never seen before to assess Sarah’s condition.
“Okay. Hold her still so that I can heal this side first and then we’ll clean up the front of the wound.”
She grabbed a small stylus, checked the setting, and then placed it carefully over the wound. Jordan watched as the skin knit together quickly, the obviously expensive medical instrument accelerating the body’s natural healing exponentially. When the wound healed completely, Jordan lowered her back onto the table so that Tee-ani could
“Sarah,” G'ntriel said in a voice that had lost its musical quality for the first time since he’d met her. “Tee-ani, anything this ship has is available to you. Help her, please.”
Tee-ani nodded, but didn’t turn around, all of her attention focused on her patient. She turned to the bag and withdrew a small cylinder that she pressed against Sarah’s neck. Sarah flinched as the metal touched her briefly and then relaxed again as the medication flowed through her veins.
“Where is the injury?” Tee-ani asked, glancing at Jordan for a moment before turning back to her patient. Jordan tried to remember Sarah’s description to the doctor on the planet.
“Lower right side, just above the pelvic bone. A projectile weapon hit her. The bullet passed straight through, but it’s the infection she’s fighting right now.”
“I’ve given her a wide-spectrum antibiotic synthetic agent, but considering how heavily the infection has affected her, it may take an hour or two for the synthetic antibodies to work. She needs the original wound treated in the medical bay.”
Jordan moved to lift her into his arms, but the concerns about his crew leaped to the forefront of his mind as he stepped from the ship.
“Where’s Andrews?” he asked, noticing the absence of his first mate. He should’ve been here. It was the first mate’s duty to be on hand as the Captain boarded his ship.
“That, dear friend, is a long story, and one I’d be happy to entertain you with once Sarah is making her recovery.”
He nodded once and set aside the curious comment, hoping that G’ntriel could keep Sarah safe. Then he led the way to the medical bay. He lowered Sarah onto the treatment table as her eyes fluttered open.
“Welcome back,” he said, smiling into her eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” she croaked, her throat sounding dry and sore, remnants of the fever.
“Hello. Sarah. I’m Doctor Tee-ani and I’m going to fix this wound so that your body can fight the infection faster, okay?”
“Absolutely,” Sarah whispered, closing her eyes again tiredly.
“Okay, Jordan, er ...I’m sorry, I mean, Captain. Can you pass me the cutting laser?” she asked, blushing slightly at her gaff. Jordan smiled at her, the friendly gesture trying to convey his lack of annoyance. Nobody on the ship called him Jordan, except for G’ntriel and, quite frankly, considering her skills, she was more than welcome to call him anything she wanted. Judging by his new doctor’s confident actions so far, it looked like she’d deserve the same treatment.
He turned to retrieve the laser and handed it to her as he said, “Jordan’s fine. No need for the ship’s doctor to call me Captain.”
“Okay,” she said carefully as she glanced over at the encouraging smile on G’ntriel’s face. The doctor worked efficiently, her hands moving smoothly as she cut away the material that covered Sarah’s wound and then peeled back the soiled dressing. Underneath, the wound looked puckered and weeping, angry red and white streaks surrounded the hole and the stitches pressed into the swollen flesh, giving it an overstuffed look.
“Help me turn her onto her side. I need to see the exit wound.”
Sarah grunted as Jordan slowly moved her onto her side. His hand rubbed soothingly along the length of her arm as he held her still for the doctor. Tee-ani used an array of instruments he’d never seen before to assess Sarah’s condition.
“Okay. Hold her still so that I can heal this side first and then we’ll clean up the front of the wound.”
She grabbed a small stylus, checked the setting, and then placed it carefully over the wound. Jordan watched as the skin knit together quickly, the obviously expensive medical instrument accelerating the body’s natural healing exponentially. When the wound healed completely, Jordan lowered her back onto the table so that Tee-ani could
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