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“Grab his arm,” Nika said as she stalked closer. “Get him back in the jump seat. Until Arden’s in shape to help him, the jump seat’s gonna have to do.”<br> | “Grab his arm,” Nika said as she stalked closer. “Get him back in the jump seat. Until Arden’s in shape to help him, the jump seat’s gonna have to do.”<br> | ||
I coughed, disliking it, but did as ordered. Mike had gone blank again, the fire in him snuffed out, and he offered no resistance. When we were done strapping him in, I cleared my throat and said, keeping my eyes on Mike, “We can’t keep him there forever. He’s going to need to eat, go to the head, get up and stretch. Eventually.”<br> | I coughed, disliking it, but did as ordered. Mike had gone blank again, the fire in him snuffed out, and he offered no resistance. When we were done strapping him in, I cleared my throat and said, keeping my eyes on Mike, “We can’t keep him there forever. He’s going to need to eat, go to the head, get up and stretch. Eventually.”<br> | ||
− | + | “Yeah, he will.” Nika tested the buckles, found them secure. She stepped back out of range and nailed me with a hard stare, her tone quiet and stern to match. “But you don’t do it ''alone'', with no backup and no one knowing what you’re up to. You know better than anyone just how fast he can kill a man.”<br> | |
She was right. Had she not gotten impatient waiting for me on the bridge, she’d be saying those words over my corpse. Assuming Mike had left anyone alive to find me.<br> | She was right. Had she not gotten impatient waiting for me on the bridge, she’d be saying those words over my corpse. Assuming Mike had left anyone alive to find me.<br> | ||
“Don’t let him loose again, Rina,” she continued. "If he’s hallucinating and gets away from you, he could kill one of us or we could be forced to kill ''him''. And I didn’t go through all this mess just to shoot his ass in the middle of the Black.”<br> | “Don’t let him loose again, Rina,” she continued. "If he’s hallucinating and gets away from you, he could kill one of us or we could be forced to kill ''him''. And I didn’t go through all this mess just to shoot his ass in the middle of the Black.”<br> | ||
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Nika shrugged: ''no harm, no foul'', it said. Then she flicked a glance at Mike and her expression softened, clearly remembering something. It was there and then it was gone and she said to me gently, “Go ahead and sit with him. I gotta check in on Christian and Arden.”<br> | Nika shrugged: ''no harm, no foul'', it said. Then she flicked a glance at Mike and her expression softened, clearly remembering something. It was there and then it was gone and she said to me gently, “Go ahead and sit with him. I gotta check in on Christian and Arden.”<br> | ||
“''Spasiba''.” I flipped down the jump seat next to Mike’s and sat down. That lock of hair was in his eyes again. I smoothed it back. I heard Nika withdraw and I said as she turned away, “Thank you. Call me if you need me.”<br> | “''Spasiba''.” I flipped down the jump seat next to Mike’s and sat down. That lock of hair was in his eyes again. I smoothed it back. I heard Nika withdraw and I said as she turned away, “Thank you. Call me if you need me.”<br> | ||
− | They say that coma victims can hear you when they’re unconscious. I took Mike’s hand in mine, stroked his hair and talked to him. Little things, innocent things, nothing that dealt with war or captivity or torture. Through it all, he kept his hazel eyes fixed on the | + | They say that coma victims can hear you even when they’re unconscious. I took Mike’s hand in mine, stroked his hair and talked to him. Little things, innocent things, nothing that dealt with war or captivity or torture. Through it all, he kept his hazel eyes fixed on the wall ahead and after an hour I had to stop. I got one of the others to spell me and walked straight to the crew head. I had the shower to myself. I stripped, turned the water on full blast and held myself under the icy spray, where no one could hear me grieve. |
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