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as he jogged toward it. The doors opened slowly, the plank lowering to the ground so he could walk in.
    “Tell the ship to start and get us the hell out of here.” He sighed in relief. His hearing was coming back. He’d been worried for a second that it wouldn’t. The sound of her telling the ship to take off reached his ears. Barely.
    He crouched and set her feet on the ground. She stumbled a little and he grabbed her hips to steady her as he stood. Her tan complexion had become frighteningly pale.
    Grasping her elbow, he guided her to the padded bench in the back of the shuttle. “Lie down. Is there a med kit in here?”
    Her eyes narrowed, proof that she couldn’t hear well either at the moment. He repeated his question and she nodded, pointing to the small cargo space on the opposite side of the shuttle. When he located the tiny kit he groaned. Nothing this small was going to be a lot of help.
    He popped it open. The cell regenerator in here was probably only big enough to partially heal her wound. The pain injector was the big surprise. Apparently this med kit had been altered. They usually came with a standard painkiller. This had one that would make a person loopy as hell. Which was actually nice for his purposes. From the short view he’d gotten of her injury in the alley, it was pretty bad. He removed the mini doper machine from its sterile package and loaded it with the painkiller. He turned and pressed it to her arm. It automatically went off. Almost immediately she let her head rest on the bench.
    “Wow, what was that? Usually the drugs in those kits are nothing. Whatever you gave me wasn’t nothing.”
    “It was Vicaquian. One of the strongest painkillers you can get these days. Heavily abused though. I was shocked that it was in this med kit too. It’s illegal to have such a powerful drug in them. Guess your daddy doesn’t care much for legality.”
    “He’s not a drug user if that’s what you’re implying.”
    “I’d never dream of saying that.” Oh, yes he would. He suspected her father had many faults. Habitual drug use wouldn’t surprise him. It was something almost every nobleman did. And in the government you had easy access.
    “Yes, you would. You have no problem accusing anyone of horrible things. Even if you don’t accuse, you definitely think it.”
    He moved to examine her leg, pulling a knife from his boot. He cut away her blood soaked pant leg around the injury, jostling the sliver of metal. “Does that hurt?”
    “Are you kidding? I can’t feel anything, anywhere. Disconcerting feeling.”
    “Oh, come now. I know you’re a drug user, even if dear daddy isn’t.”
    “Was a drug user. And I didn’t do anything quite like this.”
    “What’s so different about it?” He needed to keep her talking. He’d let her talk about anything.
    “Most of the drugs me and my friends used created a euphoric feeling, not a numb body feeling.”
    “Not an orgasm feeling?”
    She laughed. “Okay, so you caught me. I was a big user of that particular drug.”
    “Couldn’t find anyone to get you off the good old fashioned way?”
    She snickered. “Sometimes. I’ve met a lot of skeevy men and most of the time you don’t want to sleep with any of them. Much better to take a drug that gets you off, and avoid the assholes that are out there.”
    “Or you could marry.”
    She snorted and shook her head. “Not you too? If my father brings in one more dickwad of a suitor, you’ll have quite the murder-suicide on your hands. Those are the biggest assholes of them all. They’re all rich, and political up and comers. Condescending, like I don’t have a brain when, if I’d finished my schooling, I probably would have beaten them out of whatever position they hold.”
    “I have no doubt. Okay, I’m going to pull this out now.” He didn’t think the shard had hit an artery. She probably would have died already if it had, but it still was going to bleed a lot, and she’d already lost