Chapter FortyGrace walked into the medical room and shook her head. “What did you do?” Grace asked. “He went into a level—” Grace cut the computer off. “I mean, I know what he did, I just don't understand why,” she said, pushed a button on the side of the table. “You can't do chemical surgery?” Grace asked, annoyed. “No, I am an assistant. Not qualified for anything over level four treatment. This qualifies as level seven,” the computer replied.
“You should have just transported him to Dylath. Thal could have taken care of this in a few minutes,” she said and pulled out a syringe filled with blue liquid. She lifted up his shirt and saw all the bruises. “It must hurt to be that stupid,” she said to herself and stabbed the needle into his chest.
Mike let out a small scream of pain, but Gra
