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Darius, Battleship Resolution, Medical Station
“Where is she? Let me see her. Now.” Lily. My pair bond was hurt, and she was here. Somewhere.
“She’s in surgery, sir. You need to calm down and have a seat.” The placating, soothing voice of the medical officer had the opposite effect. I wasn’t calm. I couldn’t do this. Not again.
“Give me a f*****g sterile suit. I don’t care what I have to do. I have to get in there.”
The large male officer frowned, clearly out of patience. “You need medical attention yourself, Starfighter. You are covered in sweat and dust, you have blood on your face, and you will do nothing but scare the medical team. So get your ass in that room.” He pointed to a medical treatment room a few paces away marked with the number four. “Get on the exam table and shut t
