Chapter Seven
Strong arms pulled Pierce from Lucia. She missed the warmth of his lips against her skin, missed the pressure of his body covering hers. True, she could take in a full breath now. But who needed to breathe air after having fallen in love?
From above she saw Pierce being placed onto a cot with wheels.
"Got a pulse," said a female dressed in a blue uniform with the snake and staff sign of a healer over her breast. "But it's weak."
"He's non-responsive," said a male dressed in similar garb. "We need to get him to the ER."
They each took an end of the cot and set it in motion, wheeling Pierce away from her. Lucia shot up, ignoring the proffered hand to help her up. Without Pierce's weight over her body, she could leap up to the platform. Her cloak slid from her shoulders and
