whispered into her ear, before she lost consciousness.
“Anyone who doesn’t need to be in
here right now needs to get out, besides Cari and Councilor Lakatis.” Amun
ordered and waited until everyone, but his two assistants were left in the
room.
“We need full body scans, and
replace the medibands now.” Amun ordered as he began running scans himself.
“Is she alive?” Cari asked quietly.
“Yes, she’s very much alive. She’s
lost a lot of blood, but we’ve given her a blood booster which is rapidly
replicating what she’s lost. I need to finish running tests before I know for
sure what other damage we’re looking at.” Amun answered absently.
“Can I sit with her and hold her
hand?”
“Of course.” Amun grabbed a chair
from the other side of the room and placed it next to Jess’s bedside for Cari.
Cari and Caretia were silently
watching Amun and his tech’s when Scaden and Randor came into the room. Scaden
went to his mate and held her hand in his own, while Randor stood back with
Councilor Lakatis.
Almost an hour later Amun excused
his two tech’s and stood in front of Caretia in a formal fashion.
“Ma’am, she is the daughter of
Dargan Ratroya. The file says that her great father Thorman Ratroya, and her
uncle Lagor Ratroya is still alive. Lagor is currently stationed on the
Draconia which is orbiting with us, and he should be notified.”
“I’ll see that they are both
notified immediately, Amun. Will she live?” Caretia asked, sincerely hoping
that the poor girl would.
“Yes, she will. I won’t let her
die.” He replied to her surprise. She went to make notifications to her family
leaving Cari, Scaden and Amun alone in the room with Jess.
“She’s your mate isn’t she?” Cari
asked. She knew she had caught him off guard when he jerked his gaze away from
the scans and looked at her with surprise, before expelling a heavy sigh.
“Yes, I do believe she is my mate.”
Amun said simply.
“Make her happy Amun. I don’t think
she’s ever known happiness.” Cari couldn’t have picked a gentler or more caring
man to have picked to be Jess’s mate.
“I will do everything I can to
ensure her happiness and well-being.” He didn’t say more because High Councilor
Torenson came into the room followed by Reven, Caretia and Gibly.
“What are the preliminaries on her
condition? And how the hell did you save her? That was amazing Amun.” Ivint
said shaking Amun’s hand.
“Not as amazing as you may think
sir. The wound wasn’t deep enough to sever a major artery. The blood was coming
from a small nick in one of them. There is no way that cut was meant to kill
her. Even the nick in the artery looks accidental.”
“How can that be? Why would they
make a big deal about killing her, then not kill her? Did you guys scare them
in some way?” Ivint asked Amun.
“No, we didn’t. I have no
explanation sir. And due to the length of injuries, I thought it would be
better for her uncle Lagor to arrive before going through it all.”
“Can she be healed?” Randor asked
looking down at the small girl in the bed with sympathy. He had been good
friends with her father, Dargan and a part of him had always hoped that they
would meet again.
“Yes, she can be healed.
Physically. The scars she received emotionally and psychologically from getting
the physical scars, will take longer to heal. We can’t even begin to evaluate
her thoroughly for weeks.” Amun knew he could make her completely whole again
physically. He just prayed that he could help her heal emotionally as well.
They waited a few more minutes in
silence until Lagor came into the room. The man looked suitably stunned as he
stumbled slightly through the doorway. He stood just inside the doorway looking
around as if unsure what to do next. Taking pity on him, Caretia walked over to
him, grabbed one of his hands and gently pulled him into the room.
“Lagor, we would like you to meet
your brother Dargan’s