XI. Confession
Mikhail only needed two long-legged strides, then he was by her side, dropping down to his knees beside the gurney to which she was strapped. He folded his hands around her lone free hand, his touch stilling the trembling Anjali hadn’t even noticed until now.
Mikhail lifted her hand to his lips, kissed it. “Don’t do that again, please,” he whispered, “I was worried about you.”
“What happened?” Anjali wanted to know. Once again, the words only came out as a croak. So Mikhail held a water bottle to her lips to moisten her parched throat.
“Where am I?”
“In the sickbay aboard the Freedom’s Horizon,” Mikhail said. He was still holding on to her hand, warmth radiating from his body to hers. “You collapsed on the flight deck.” Mikhail shot her a worried look. “How much do you
