Terran Times 02 - Deal with a Dhemon (9 page)

Viola Grace

that had been feeding and breathing for her.

They worked fast, in a matter of minutes she finished throwing up the tank liquid and had rolled to one side, gasping for air. They forced her to lie flat, and ran diagnostic tools over her for several minutes before the doctor actually spoke to her.

“You seemed to have recovered from the neural blast, Miss Samantha. There seems to only be a slight exaggeration of your sensitivity to touch and sound. Other than that, I see no reason why you should not make a full recovery.” He looked pleased with himself. She gave him a focused stare. His horns did not seem to have surfaced quite yet, but she could make out the bumps on his forehead, where they should be.

Samantha tried several times to speak, then was able to croak out, “What about my arm?”

“Ah, yes. The blaster injury. The tank seems to have done the job in that department as well. You may have some residual weakness, but you should be able to work it out.”

While she had been in the tank, the techs had looked at her as a patient. Now that she was out of it, they were looking at her with a less than professional interest.

She flushed slightly as she watched their eyes drift from her auburn hair, down her neck, lingering on her breasts, then down to her narrow 20

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waist and full hips. They had distinct looks of masculine appreciation in their eyes.

She sat up quickly and almost passed out.

“Do you have anything I can wear?” She kept her gaze fixed on her knees as she asked the question. Nudity didn’t bother her, as long as she felt safe with the person she was naked in front of.

Like Adal and Moran. They had no interest in her physically. Therefore, she was perfectly safe in their presence.

The gazes she was currently receiving were definitely not disinterested. And they in no way made her feel safe. In fact, they made her feel unaccountably warm. She recalled the dreams she had had and her golden skin flushed a hot bronze.

One arm came to shield her breasts from their eyes, and she twisted her body away from them as best she could.

A medical gown was put into her field of view by a strong male hand. Keeping her eyes averted, she shrugged into the clothing. She peeked up from beneath her lashes and found that all of the male techs had found other things to do besides ogle her. Directly in front of her was the General.

“Doctor Carvio, how is she? Can she be moved from medical?” His voice was flat. He didn’t seem to be interested in the answer but kept glaring at the technicians where they huddled against the walls, pretending to check diagnostic machines.

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