Page 77 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
“Mouerta? That’s an extremely potent neurotoxin. I use it in microdoses as an anesthetic. How much was she exposed to?”
Enough with the questions. Fix her! I brought her here—now do your damn job.
“She fell on a vial. It soaked her clothes—not this one, the other. The purple one.”
“I see. Then this serum might help. It’s strong—meant to match the toxin’s intensity. Without exact data, I’ll have to make an educated guess. It’s her only shot.”
He pulls out a syringe—thin as a pin, filled with amber liquid. He injects it into her vein.
Silence.
“She’s not waking up,” I say after a long beat.
“She won’t—at least not yet. Her body needs time to recover. She’ll stay under observation.”
I nod, unsure why I feel this tightness in my chest. I can’t stop staring at her pale, lifeless form.
“What if she doesn’t wake up?”
No answer. He carefully places the syringe into a metal box and closes the lid with a sharp click.
“Time will tell. You can wait if you’d like.”
Liar.
I feel it in his tone—he’s afraid of me.
“How kind of you,” I sneer. “But I think I’ll use this time to do some shopping. Can you point me to the nearest market?”
Some time later, I drop off my loot in the aeropod. I didn’t pay for any of it, of course. My sheer size convinced them it was a gift. Even scored a decent pistol off some old fool. Feels good to have a weapon again.
Just as I’m about to leave, I pause. Did I forget something?
Sam’s in good hands. She doesn’t need me.
But I need her. Well—not her. Just her ointments. My leg is burning like hell.
I sigh and head back to the doctor’s. Just to grab some balm. Maybe a quick update on her condition. Strictly practical.
I knock with my cane. He opens the door.
“She’s still unconscious,” he warns. “Probably until tomorrow.”
“I need ointment. The kind she makes. For my leg.”
He looks surprised, then lowers his eyes to my cane.
“May I examine you?”
Why not? Sam’s been nagging me to see a professional. Might as well.
I follow him into the exam room and lie down. He hesitates. Doesn’t dare ask me to remove my pants.
“You try anything shady, I’ll kill you.”
“I’m a doctor. I don’t harm—I heal,” he says, voice shaking.
Truth.
