daughter, Jess. She’s asleep right now while Amun tries
to heal her injuries, but you can talk to her when she wakes.” Caretia said
gently to him as she led him to the side of the bed.
At his first glimpse of Jess, the
man let out a slight choking sound.
“She looks so much like my mother.
What color are her eyes?” Lagor asked.
“They are a beautiful light blue, with
darker rings around the outside.” Amun answered without thinking, hoping no one
caught the adoration in his voice. The sharp look sent his way by Ivint let him
know it didn’t go unnoticed.
“She’s just a baby. I thought you
said she was grown?” Lagor asked slightly terrified at the thought of taking
care of a small child by himself with only his father to help.
“She’s a fully grown woman. I can
put her age between twenty-two and twenty-five years." Amun replied
quickly. He didn’t want anyone to think she wasn’t old enough to make her own
decisions.
“But she’s so small. Is she that
sick? Can you make her better?” Lagor didn’t know anything about the child, but
no matter how old she was; she was his family; his brother’s daughter. He
wanted to spend time with her and get to know her.
“This is a good time to talk about
her treatment and care. I will be as delicate as I can regarding her injuries,
if any of think you can’t handle listening to this, then you need to leave now
as even I can stomach saying this only once.” Amun looked as seriously as he
could at those in the room. He would not ever repeat all of this again. The
thought of it all so crippling to him emotionally that he had to force it to
the back of his mind.
“Just say it as honestly as you can
Amun. We have to know what she’s facing in order to help her. She’s obviously a
strong girl, or she wouldn’t still be here; we'll help her get through this.”
Cari said, squeezing Jess’s hand.
Amun nodded. “Her legs were
obviously broken; the left at least eight times and the right eleven. There is
no way that we can save the bones, or heal them. I’ve already started the
cloning process and have new bones growing. It will take at least five moon
cycles before they are ready. And it will take months of work to get her used
to walking on legs that aren’t damaged any longer.”
“Her internal female organs are so
mutilated that they have to be removed and new ones grown. Other female parts
and the rectum have so much scar tissue that it will take weeks to remove it
all. Four ribs have been broken so many times they will also have to be
replaced, as well as two bones in her left hand, seven in her right, nine in
her right foot, one in the left.”
Uncle Randor caught Caretia as she
started to sink to the floor and led her over to a chair to sit down.
“Her liver and a lung are also on
the verge of shutting down and need to be replaced. She is severely
malnourished and dehydrated and will need to get used to eating and drinking
water regularly in order to increase the size of her stomach slowly. Surgery
needs to start immediately in order to start her healing process.”
“The surgeries will have to be done
daily in order of the severity of the injuries and as the cloning process is
completed on each organ and bone. The sooner we can remove all physical
reminders of what she went through the sooner we can start on the emotional
scars she will have as well.”
“We have set this room up for her
here in MedLab to make her as comfortable as possible while still being able to
monitor her condition constantly. Until all the transplants are complete her
condition is unstable, and she needs to be under constant care.”
Amun hoped like hell no one wanted
details of her internal and female injuries. There’s no way he could explain
how those injuries could occur without losing his composure completely. The
things they did to her made him physically ill and made him want to hold her
and protect her from the memories.
“I don’t understand. I was