Sarah
Sarah
I opened my eyes and saw Dax staring at me. I blinked once, then twice, trying to remember when I fell asleep. I was rested and comfortable, yet I felt as if I’d missed something.
“Feeling better?” he asked, a deep V formed in his brow.
“Feeling… oh!” I sat up then, barely knocking heads with him.
I was in a med unit with several beds and unconscious patients. I wore a gown, not unlike one worn in a hospital on Earth. It all came back to me: the prison rescue, the ship, the pain in my side, that piece of metal.
I put my hands on my side and saw that there was no shrapnel poking through my skin—or at least the gown—and there was no blood. It didn’t hurt anymore either.
“You’re all healed,” he murmured, then stroked my hair back from my face. It was hanging free down my ba
