''Andrew, who's the doctor on board?'' I linked him.
''Wendy, is something wrong?''
''Send her to Casey's cabin. She passed out.''
''I'll get her now.'' He said quickly, as I cut the link, and looked at my mate in my arms. I didn't want to put her down. I wanted to keep her cradled against my chest.
Moments later, Andrew arrived with a small medical kit and woman, who rushed over to me.
''Your majesty, please lay the Queen down so I might examine her.''
I didn't want to let her go, but I had to, she was sick and needed help, so I laid her down on the bed, ''Andrew turn around, she's not dressed.''
He frowned in annoyance, which angered me, but he turned, and I covered Casey with a sheet, while Wendy knelt beside her, her brow furrowed as she checked Casey's pulse. ''What happened?''
