Page 56 of Dark Survivor
Ice slammed into Nenn’s chest.What had she done to Tiny?Pressure built inside him until a roar consumed his hearing.
“Now I’ll get the chance to kill you,” the female snapped.“Jettisoning was too insipid for what I wanted to do to you.”
“Where’s Tiny?”Vic demanded.
Nenn lunged for the door but paused, listening and praying his female was fine.
“She’ll be dealt with soon enough.”
Relief flooded him at that promise.Tiny lived.He could work with that.
Vic nodded at him, and he bolted.“If you want me, Leah, come and get me, but then again, you never had the balls.Unable to face your weakness, you cut my tether, didn’t you?”
He sprinted from the passage, through the door, then froze at the ladder.“Computer, direct me to Tiny.”He prayed to Osnir the ship heard him.
Lights flickered in the direction he needed to go.Some levels looked familiar, but he didn’t take the time to confirm this.Tiny needed him.How could anyone hurt such a joyful female?He gritted his teeth and hurried, desperate to make it in time.To save her.Everything in him, including his symbiotes, urged him on.He burst onto the bridge but found it empty.Back along the passage he went, pausing to peer into the first room on the left.
There, sprawled on the floor, was Tiny.Bright red blood poured down the side of her bruised temple.Ripping his med-dev out of his pants, he kneeled beside her and ran it over her wound.The results flickered and beeped, listing her blindness, bruising, bleeding, swelling, and unconsciousness.All he already knew.
He cupped her cheek to angle her head, granting him easier access.“Please, Tiny,hirihadie, wake up.”
Minutes passed, his ears honed for any approaching footsteps.He was vulnerable on the floor, but more than that, he didn’t want this Leah female to take him by surprise.
Tiny’s moan was the sweetest he’d ever heard.When her eyelashes fluttered, he pocketed his med-dev and slipped his arm under her neck to lift her onto his lap.The cold, hard floor would be harsh on her soft body.He shouldn’t have noticed, but the way she filled his arms was unlike anything he’d experienced before.Peace consumed him while his malehood stirred with an eagerness he hadn’t expected.
She raised her hand to her wound.“What…happened?”
“I do not know.Leah—”
“Nenn?”Tiny gasped.
“How do you feel?”he asked.
“Um…good,” she said then struggled to sit up.
He let her with some reluctance.
“Leah hit me, didn’t she?”She rubbed her fingers together, smearing her blood across the tips.
“I think so.Come, let us clean you.”In one smooth movement, he had her on her feet.
She threw out a hand and caught his arm, holding on tight.“Where am I?My med bay?”
“Yes,” he said and ushered her to a bed.He released her to hoist her onto it.
“Quit lifting me,” she muttered.“I need to get my bearings.”
“You are on the bed.”
“I can tell,” she said and gestured to a drawer.“Antiseptic wipes are in there.”
He fetched a few thin pockets, set them beside her, and placed one in her hand.She tore it open, pulled out a white sheet then dabbed her face.
He smiled, took the cloth from her, and nudged her fingers aside.
She clasped her hands on her lap, her eyes wide and her gaze distant.“Where is she now?”
“Vic is dealing with her.”
