Excerpt from Intergalactic Witness Protection
The
kid turns to us. “I can’t get you into the hospital.”
Nicholas
clenches and unclenches his fists. “Then why are we here?”
“Because
I can.”
We
all turn to see a curvy woman leaning against the broken door frame
wearing an off-white set of scrubs, her blonde curls falling down her
shoulders glowing like she just washed it.
Nicholas’s
hands stop moving and just them to his side as his jaw goes slack.
Killa
glances back at him before rolling her eyes and turning to the
newcomer. “And who are you, exactly?”
“I’m
Stella,” she answers, crossing her arms. “A friend of the
Reverend’s. And right now, I’m his son’s doctor.”
Orion
straightens. “He mentioned his son’s injury in the S.O.S. What is
the extent of those injuries, exactly?”
Stella
rubs her face wearily before looking back up at us. “He’s a legal
cyborg, now. I had to replace one arm, a leg and a half, and a good
deal of his spine.”
“So
it’s bad.” Orion winces. “That will cause difficulties. How far
is he in recovery?”
“I
just performed the surgery yesterday.”
“Dragon’s
fire,” he mutters.
Killa
winces.
And
Nicholas tries to smile. “Well, at least this won’t be boring.”
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