Everyone who wasn’t on guard duty had taken cover inside the dropships. One of those loomed over Rajel as he drew near: a massive space-craft that stood a few stories high. Big and clunky. The whole ride down, Rajel had been sure they were going to shoot him out of the sky.
Inside, the medics had set up a triage centre on the first floor. They had their patients lying on stretchers, some receiving medical attention while others just slept. He found Arin about halfway to the back.
The man was shirtless with a large bandage over his right shoulder. His breathing was slow and steady, which had to be a good sign, right? Did those corrupted symbionts heal as well as true Nassai? If so, then Arin would be back on his feet by tomorrow night. Maybe sooner.
The nurse who stood over him looked up
