Recovery
The harrowing night had passed, and Rahim woke up feeling parched. Pain seared through his lower back and arm, and he groaned in response. His mouth was dry and bitter. It was pitch dark, but a faint smell of sanitation hung in the air. His ears registered a low rhythmic beeping and Roofus’ yip.
“Roofus?”
His voice activated the room lights. The illumination grew brighter by the secondunit, it went from a soft glow to fully bright. It was a completely unfamiliar place, but the telltale signs were there. An intravenous tube was attached his arm. Ugh! At least that explains some of the nasty pain.
A nurse bot came in and checked his vitals. “All good with you?”
“What happened?”
“What do you think? You had refused a full body scan after the incident at Iris dome, so your injuri
