Zorack's reflections:
- I need a doctor! I shouted as I forced my way through the crowd.
It was the only hospital there in the region that served the population of Small Mountain. The place was full of people huddled together in a small room and I didn't even care, moving forward.
-Hey, buddy! The queue. You and all these other people are looking for a doctor. Someone complained angrily.
"Bring the damn doctor now!" I shouted without paying attention.
Angel in my arms struggled again, forcing me to use force to contain her wild and energetic movements.
It was a miserable morning after the hellish night. I ignored the stunning looks over the protective masks they wore as if they accused me of not doing the same.
-Need help! She has convulsions! Call the damn doctor now!
Hellish night?
Ah, a motel room and the girl was delirious with a high fever and unaware of what she was doing. Right there! And even more so after the provocative shower, I had attended. After watching Angel blow dry my hair giving me spectacular views. And right there, I had her as any man would have liked. Except for the miserable detail that the girl burned with a high fever, she was delirious and provoked all my instincts.
Hell! She's burning!
-But what? - I saw a nurse approaching and then shouting over the general commotion, indicating that it would pass beyond the counter.
-Fever? Is this the first time the girl has had a seizure? And antipyretic? Any medication?
The questions ran over each other as I laid Angel on the stretcher with a sigh. Ah, courtesy of Ravenack, no doubt. The bio-organic chip self-defenceense mechanisms. I shook my head, my mind blocking images of the small, attractive body as I changed her clothes and wrapped the girl up.
-Prepare diazepam at a dose of 0.2 to 0.3 mg / kg / dose intravenously at a rate of 1 mg / min. And also...
She had a birthmark. The brand that my family usually carried. It was a small sign that felt like a heart and right there where I would love to play and ...
-No. No ASA and anti-inflammatory drugs like ibuprofen or corticosteroids. I won't want Prednisone.
The words made no sense to me. I knew that all she needed was damn antibiotics. I looked at the syringe they were making with the intravenous medication, closing my mouth.
I should have known! Of course, I should!
-I want blood tests, chest x-rays and cold compresses. Now! Don't forget the urine test.
-She needs antibiotics! - I recommended, remembering Iron's warnings.
He should be on board the Spartackus and Angel in the care of the automatic doctor. Scarlet was a plague in my life with damn jealousy.
Imagine! Activate security protocols preventing me from getting back on board before twenty-four hours. What about the old story of never showing emotions?
-Drugs? Alcohol? Did she eat something different? What kind of medication did you use? - the woman asked me.
And the interrogation started without any warning when they pulled me outside the infirmary, placing a screen to block my view and the orders continued:
- I want a toxicology test!
-No, no acetylsalicylic acid. I need thermal bags for the torso and limbs. Where's the doctor, God?
-She's been like this since yesterday. She needs antibiotics. - I warned, insisting on Iron's recommendations.
Another irony.
It should be at Spartackus and the girl in the care of the automatic doctor. And all I had was artificial intelligence over there from the ship by the wrist computer. All this with the courtesy of Scarlet when triggering the ship's security protocol. Never leave an angry female anywhere in the universe.
-Captain, it is also important to remember that prolonged application of a very low temperature, at its freezing point, can end up resulting in skin burns and even necrosis of the site. I suggest you decrease your attempts to ...
Iron's voice vibrated through my computer under the nurse's wide eyes.
-Mercy! - The woman stared at me like I was a nut over there. - Who said that? Of course, there may be a burn, but ...
-Check your heart rate and pressure. - A man's voice stood out loud and angry at the same moment I felt fingers hold my shirt away. - Did she eat anything different? Drugs? Alcohol? I want a toxicology test. Now!
Drugs?
I didn't deserve that! Not after I behaved like a saint with Angel teasing and delirious? Of course, I could have taken advantage of the whole situation!
Curse! hell! Fuck!
I prefer the girl well aware of what she does and causing more sitting on my lap while she rides me and ...
I wanted what I shouldn't have!
Except that the thought of burying my dick in it made my body burn with hot oil. And shouldn't! On second thought, sex with Scarlet had been frustrating. I knew that she endured physical contact in an attempt to get my attention. None of the terrible virtual sex holograms.
I hated that girl, didn't I?
Because of her Édrin had been invaded and destroyed!
- They got ready and it ended badly. For a change. I'll need to call the girl's legal guardians. I believe you know that she is still a minor. I need you to fill out the forms ... Medical insurance ...
Damn Ravenack.
The chip ... It would have to be removed, I knew it. Why the hell did her condition worry me? And besides ... hey! How do you call those responsible? Was there any chance of leaving without a police escort? Safe? But what insurance did the girl have? I knew there.
- You should choose girls your age and ...- The doctor mumbled an endless list of complaints and sermons that I hardly heard.
It was hell.
Magic! Appealing to magic was probably going to be the only chance I wouldn't get out of handcuffs. Female, girl, woman ..., oh, it didn't matter what name they had on each planet. Leaving an enraged and jealous had left me in trouble there. They were all the same anywhere in the Universe.
-I need her SSN and ...
-What? What the hell! "I mumbled.
Hell the SSN.
Perhaps just a little mental persuasion at the doctor would get me out of trouble and leave me too exhausted to conjure up another portal.
- Social security number. Want to tell me where it comes from? The doctor asked, puzzled.
I sighed on the edge of patience.
Where did I come from? Ah ...
-You'll just leave it the way it is, doctor. - I said slowly, letting my eyes make eye contact and reach his mind.
It was sometimes a very useful skill.
Having been placed as a Ravenack host had also guaranteed me, after all, some advantages. I could very easily dominate that man in front of me, and convince him to do what I wanted him to do.
-Go out of here and look for your family and shelter, doctor. It won't be much help here, "I sighed pityingly.
There was no way I was going to think about those people out there.
Perhaps not even the majority survived.
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A portal was magic capable of creating a passage, connecting two different places separated by space-time.
It was not magic that should be practiced by unskilled people. It was also necessary to be aware of the space were intended to create the passage, in case he did not want to be lost between links in a reality.
Zorack raised his hand in the air, still hesitant. He had hurried back to the wardroom. he needed to ensure their safety.
She acted like any native. And her breath was amazing when she screamed before when she saw one of those things. If she started screaming right now ...
"Hold my hand!" He ordered as he looked at her.
The girl took a deep breath, dizzy, and confused by the medication.
"She has no recollection of how she teased me last night! What a hell!
Angel stopped petrified like a statue.
Aghr! It was a very real nightmare for her taste. His eyes ... They glowed totally bluish and seemed to emit electrical discharges around them. She touched her aching forehead without believing and just wanting to lie on a bed and forget about life. She could sleep maybe for the whole weekend. Her head still felt slightly sore as if she had been hit by a truck.
Not far from them the creature continued to emit chills that shivered.
Her jaw dropped at the sight of a crack that opened in the air near them, glowing with the fury and intensity of lightning in a storm. Had that really happened? Or was it just a hallucination?
-But what? - she managed to ask in astonishment.
Even talking was tiring.
Just a bed and covers.
It wasn't asking that much.
-It's better to decide! - Zorack showed impatience.- We need to try to return the ship. You've seen how it will look. You don't want to be here when they arrive.
He wasn't going to be able to keep the passage safe for them for long. Not when he didn't know the region.
-Who ... who are you ?! - she was still withered. - It can't even be a little green man! Shouldn't you green? ETs don't exist! You do not exist. It is the fruit of my imagination.
- He was still in the mutation phase, preparing for symbiosis after he located a host. And it ended badly. Only they will arrive. various ships and creatures that you would rather never have met. They will hunt and kill. - Zorack was looking for patience. - We need to get to the ship as soon as possible.
No one in that situation was going to be demanding explanations.
Only Angel stopped with her mouth open. There was a perfectly logical explanation for all of this. It was not just indigestion. Perhaps a fulminant outbreak of fever. Again. She looked with disgust at the IV and the needle in her arm, wincing in pain. God! hated needles! And doctors! And she was delusional with hallucinations ... Her mind unwittingly invoked the memory of it. That creature ... Oh, it wasn't human.
-How so symbiosis? What mutation? But what are you talking about? God! I just want a bed. And covered. please ... My head still hurts.
If it were some kind of virus, was it capable of creating collective hallucinations?
She stepped back in fear.
By Kalael-
For the first time, Zorack looked at her with patience.
-Trust me. - he asked urgently. There was actually an urgency to his voice.
There was an appeal in his plea that he himself was unable to understand. She could be one of them! Only it had not been created within the culture of the people of Édrin. He shook his head. A terrible mistake! They should never have exiled a member of the community surviving the invasion. Rays! Much less knowing who it belonged to.
The girl had as many antibodies as they did.
Was not it. It was even more important. She had not been exposed to the scientific tests and procedures of their advanced technology to combat the spread of the virus. Zorack could laugh. She was a hybrid. Was he aware of that?
How fatal could the wrongly used technology be?
Creation turned against the creator. And it wasn't even a type of artificial intelligence. That was how it all started. No one had paid attention to a virus that caused setbacks in advanced machines. For that, protection systems existed. Only the virus itself had mutated in their atmosphere. The result had been a catastrophe without limits.
And how did it happen?
They had first dominated those who tried to fight the spread. Machines out of control. The whole world falling into chaos. The last hope to halt the spread of the virus had been to resort to magic. Édrin's technological center! This was where patient zero had appeared. Those making repairs had been contaminated at the zero points where Ravenack had decided to launch his biological weapon.
-Trust in you? That was a monster! - Her hand pointed to the object of her frustration.
A creature ... An alien that shouldn't exist. And beautiful and sexy even in those crazy clothes. Not for some lucid, at least.
-Wow! This is a portal !!
-Angel! Angel! - he sighed tiredly. - This is not a movie you like to watch to pass the time. It is reality as it is! Don't you really believe in the ignorance of the majority that in such a vast Universe are alone?
Zorack slowly approached, his fingers entwined with theirs, noticing the cold, sweaty hand. It had taken too long to act. Why the hell had he been watching the girl all day? The large screen that showed images to some extent had been interesting. Then it hadn't been enough. He wanted to see her in person.
-Are you saying you're not from here? - She asked even more coldly. - Isn't it really from here? And is it not a prank of the horrible Charlot or Descoladas?
-I'm not! - He shook his head. - I am also not a little green or gray man with big eyes. And that was not one of those funny creatures that spit acid out of your mouth into that box of pictures you liked to see.
Angel's eyes widened. She had spent most of the night marathon watching Ripley's saga. Suddenly the favorite movie Aliens - the rescue lost all grace. Aghr! Those things ate meat from any living creature in the movies.
- There! Are you also a carnivore? she asked in fear.
It was just what was missing.
Her hallucinations were going to win the Oscar for the best of the year. Perhaps, after all, they would guarantee a return trip to a madhouse for crazy people like her. And she has another F- in French.
She could even accept that aliens existed. Oh, the math teacher! One of them taught her with all the refinements of cruelty and torture, teaching calculations.
-Not exactly! - the answer was vague.
Closing her eyes, she let herself be pulled by Zorack and found herself dragged into the cold interior of the portal, supported by his strong arms.
She needed to find a way to get away from him. And come home!