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enough blood. The regenerator would probably only stop the blood loss.
    He freed the shrapnel and blood immediately welled and started streaming down the sides of her leg onto the bench. He grabbed the regenerator and held it over her wound. The blood loss slowed and then stopped, but the batteries died before he was finished. He wiped away the blood, and was satisfied that the injury was no longer life threatening. He reloaded the doper with an antibiotic and injected it near the wound.
    “There we go. That should do until we get you home and I can take you to medical.”
    “No! My father can’t know about this outing, for your sake and mine. If he knows I was injured, he’ll see it as your failure, and have you killed.” She slowly sat up. She blinked hard and swayed.
    “Maybe you should lie back down.”
    “I’m fine.” She grabbed his arm. “You can’t tell my father what happened, or anyone in the infirmary. Go get more medical supplies and fix the rest of my wound, but you can’t take me to sick bay.”
    She eyed him but her gaze was unfocused. “I know you were hit. You should have used some of that on you.”
    He glanced at his shoulder. Blood had spread down his torso and was soaking into his pants. “It’s nothing. I’m already healing. I do need to pull the cloth away from it though.” He plucked it away from the wound and flinched.
    “It’s the gift of being what I am. You heal pretty damned fast.” He whipped his shirt over his head and used it to wipe off the majority of blood that had spilled.
    “We still need to give you a dose of antibiotics and see if we can’t bandage it at least.”
    He showed her his palm, with the rapidly healing tiny puncture wounds. “Don’t worry about me. See how these are healing? I’ll be fine. I’m worried about you. It’s very hard for me to catch an infection, but you’d be easily killed by one. My superior genetics can fight most things off.”
    “My God. Those look like they’re days old.”
    He nodded. “Exactly.”
    “Launch imminent,” the computer said. “Strap in.”
    Jamila pushed herself to sitting. “We need to move.”
    “No, stay here and brace yourself. We’ll be okay.”
    He put his arm around her from his kneeling position on the floor and waited for liftoff. It wouldn’t catch him off guard this time. The ship launched and he barely moved a muscle. Jamila shifted slightly, but kept her seat.
    “Wow, you’re so strong.”
    He grinned. “Yes, I am. How are you doing?”
    “I’m okay. I think the bad parts of the painkiller are starting to wear off. I feel more focused than I was a second ago.”
    “Good. I need you to tell me what I should say to your father when you don’t come to dinner.”
    “What time is it?”
    “Almost nine.”
    “Crap, we’re already late for dinner. We should make it back before he’s done. We have to think of a lie about where we’ve been. How about shopping?”
    “We don’t have anything new.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Pfft, as long as he doesn’t see us sneaking in, he’ll never even ask what I bought. He doesn’t care, as long as I’m not out creating a new scandal.”
    “Okay then. We were shopping and ate out.”
    She was still too pale for his liking. He got the feeling that if she sat up, she’d fall right back over. Would she need a transfusion? He glanced at the blood on her clothes and beneath her on the bench and made an estimate of what she’d lost. No, she would be fine without a transfusion. Weak, but she’d live. She wasn’t cold to the touch, or shivering, and since he’d stopped the blood loss she would be fine. He tried to keep himself from worrying. Why the fuck was he concerned? She was a means to an end. Nothing more. But she was also beautiful, compassionate, and brave. She wouldn’t be risking herself if she weren’t.
    “Does anyone know you meet this man?”
    “Only Alice and Darion. They would never tell.”
    “Has anyone seen you meeting with