Rion rolled over and attempted to find a more comfortable position. Although he tried not to shake the bed any more than he had to, Annie could tell how restless he was. Either the medicine had not kicked in, or he was in more pain and discomfort than the drugs could handle.
Sighing, she turned onto her back and reached over to give him a comforting touch, and found a small hill of discarded bedding.
“Can’t sleep?”
Her husband grunted in reply. “Too much on my mind.”
As the courier had promised, a physician’s assistant had appeared a little more than a cycle after the report had been filed. She gave Rion a powder to prevent infection and relayed orders to rest until he could be examined. Soon after, Rion told Annie about searching for her and Kerr at their apartment, and the state
