Harper looked in on Rhade for what seemed like the thousanth time.
They were fast running out of time and options.
It turned out that when Rhade had had his seizure he had also managed to completely puncture one of his lungs. He was now hooked up to a jury rigged machine that was slowly getting rid of the blood filling the damaged lung but at the same time, his normally super-efficient immune system was not working. The nano-bots that normally augmented the Nietszchean's healing system weren't working and they could not figure out why.
He could only suppose that Trance's blast had had something to do with it. There wasn't anything else he could think of.
Well, whatever it was, they now had no more than a few days before Rhade's condition became critical. Beka had already hit that point. At that moment, instead of working on repairs on the Maru or looking for any signs of Dylan, she was sitting next to the Nietszchean. one hand on his forehead, lightly running her fingers through his hair. Her other hand lay on his stomach, intertwined with his right hand away from the tubes that came out of his chest.
"Anything new?" Harper was surprised by the question. It took him a moment to actually answer.
"Not really, boss. I put Sharla in one of the other rooms. Last I looked, she was still sleeping. The repairs are coming along, we should be something slightly more than a dead barge in space in a few hours." There were a few minutes where Harper wasn't sure if Beka was even going to acknowledge him. She hadn't even turned to look at him when he had given the short report.
"Anything on Dylan?"
"No. I, uh... I scanned the area he was last in as many times as I could and in as many different ways as I could. Nothing."
Beka didn't react to that either. Finally, he sighed and left her alone with the injured man.
TBC...
Sorry there isn't much. But I think I just stuck myself in a rut in the story. Any ideas?
They were fast running out of time and options.
It turned out that when Rhade had had his seizure he had also managed to completely puncture one of his lungs. He was now hooked up to a jury rigged machine that was slowly getting rid of the blood filling the damaged lung but at the same time, his normally super-efficient immune system was not working. The nano-bots that normally augmented the Nietszchean's healing system weren't working and they could not figure out why.
He could only suppose that Trance's blast had had something to do with it. There wasn't anything else he could think of.
Well, whatever it was, they now had no more than a few days before Rhade's condition became critical. Beka had already hit that point. At that moment, instead of working on repairs on the Maru or looking for any signs of Dylan, she was sitting next to the Nietszchean. one hand on his forehead, lightly running her fingers through his hair. Her other hand lay on his stomach, intertwined with his right hand away from the tubes that came out of his chest.
"Anything new?" Harper was surprised by the question. It took him a moment to actually answer.
"Not really, boss. I put Sharla in one of the other rooms. Last I looked, she was still sleeping. The repairs are coming along, we should be something slightly more than a dead barge in space in a few hours." There were a few minutes where Harper wasn't sure if Beka was even going to acknowledge him. She hadn't even turned to look at him when he had given the short report.
"Anything on Dylan?"
"No. I, uh... I scanned the area he was last in as many times as I could and in as many different ways as I could. Nothing."
Beka didn't react to that either. Finally, he sighed and left her alone with the injured man.
TBC...
Sorry there isn't much. But I think I just stuck myself in a rut in the story. Any ideas?