The journey back to Lathar Prime seemed like an eternity. Karryl didn’t regain consciousness, his skin deadly pale and his pulse growing more sluggish by the hour. Rynn, more familiar with the Latharian medkit and its mobile single-body stasis unit, grew so silent that she had to look at him to reassure herself she wasn’t alone.
Through it all, she sat by Karryl’s side, stroking his hair back from his face until Rynn finally announced their approach to the Latharian home world. Now, less than an hour later, she felt even more useless as Laarn moved around a big diagnostic bed. Her unconscious warrior lay on it, still out for the count. He’d been stripped, his leather jacket cut from him to leave him naked to the waist, revealing the bloody and blackened mess of his shoulder.
The healer’s
