HER MOUTH TASTED LIKE cardboard and thorns had started to grow out of her side as Lis began to feel again. Everything was dark around her, but after a moment, she realized that it was only because her eyes were closed. Opening them up took too much effort, so she let her head settle back against her pillow as she tried to remember why it felt like she’d been dragged behind a racing speeder.
It came in flashes: Ru, the Polan ship, an unlucky blaster shot just before she teleported, the transporter, then black.
She felt something pulling on her arm and tried to jerk away, but it was like she was moving through syrup. Lis forced her eyes open and turned her head to spy an IV stuck in her arm, brightly colored fluids being delivered directly into her bloodstream.
“Ru?” She tried to call out
