“That doesn’t look like it faded, Doctor,” Ryston added.
“He’s the first human to be infected. Their immune system and physiology is different.” The doctor looked into the captain’s eyes, checked his pulse, looked at his little wand thing again as I held Captain Brooks head in my lap. Brooks was still breathing, barely, and I didn’t want him to feel like he was alone, just in case. I ran my hand through his hair, over and over, just holding him, soothing him as much as I could.
“He’s got trace amounts of Quell in his system.” The doctor’s words made Ryston stiffen beside me and I ran my fingers along the captain’s brow, hoping he could feel my touch even as I wondered what the hell was going on. Was some kind of infection spreading through him?
“Quell? Are you sure?” Maxim asked.
“Yes.” The doctor answered without looking up.
What was Quell? Why was Maxim’s rage so strong that my throat tightened and I had to fight not to vomit lasagna all over the floor? And was it true, Captain Brooks was the first human affected? Did they not understand human physiology? Didn’t Earth give the Coalition doctors data on human physiology before we sent our soldiers, and our brides, out into space?
Three stuttering breaths and the captain went into convulsions.
Ryston yanked me back, out of the way, as four huge warriors came to hold Brooks down. It seemed to go on forever and I held onto Ryston for dear life. Maxim joined us, placing his body between me and the sight of the captain shuddering and shaking on the floor.
When it was finally over, the doctor shook his head.
“He’s dead.”
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