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"Blood pressure is falling!" Dorrie yelled. "We're losing him!"
He had almost reached her hand; he could feel the coolness of her fingertips. He saw
her smile and answered it with one of his own.
"Beloved," she sighed. "I am here for you."
The monster was closing on him. He could hear its metallic scream. He knew he had to
get to her, touch her. If he did, he would be safe.
"I have a hitch!" Tina shouted.
Who is that man? He asked, tearing his gaze from her to the faceless being who had
appeared behind her. He opened his mouth to demand that the male leave, but before he
could, the mysterious being had swooped down and taken the woman, Cree's woman, into
his arm and was flying away with her!
"No!" Cree pleaded. "Don't take her away from me! For the love of the gods, don't take her away from me!"
Dr. Dean spun around and strode to the gallery. "Once a day!" she shouted at those
assembled behind the Siliplex barrier. "Once a day and no more than that!"
"Three times a day was what the Tribunal ordered." Onar hissed.
"Once a day and no more than that!" the Director shrieked like a madwoman. "I will not allow you to kill Drae Cree's son!"
There was a long pause as the people in the gallery stood and stared. Finally, the lone
woman spoke for them all. "Twice a day will be sufficient, Madame Director."
"No. Not acceptable! Once and once only!" came the enraged reply.
Again there was a long pause, then the people in the gallery huddled together, seemed
to be discussing the problem. One or two seemed to be arguing strenuously, most of all
the woman, but when Onar stormed from the gallery, another man flung up his hands as
though in surrender. Eventually, he shrugged, turned away and motioned the others out.
The woman looked at Dr. Dean and nodded slightly, inferring agreement with the
Director's demand.
Dr. Dean swore beneath her breath, turned and strode angrily to the table. "Get that
thing out of his mouth, Dunne!" she ordered Bridget.
Bridget eased the wedge from between Cree's lips and wiped away the black flecks of
blood from the corner of his mouth. He came awake with a start, coughed, gagged, and
strained to get up. He was trembling, his body wracked with desperate shivers.
"Remove these!" Bridget demanded, leaning over to begin unbuckled the restraint
bands. When the one anchored across his chest came off, he turned partially over on his
side, gagging violently.
Dorrie, who was wringing out the cloth Bridget had used to wipe his mouth, noticed
the look of helplessness on his pained face. "It's all over for today," she said, wondering at the gentleness in her voice. "They're just going to do one session a day from now on.
More sessions than that are just too much for your heart."
"One?" came the pained gasp. His tone said such news could not possibly be true; that the promise of only one torment a day was a torture in itself.
"Just one," Tina reiterated. "You can handle that, can't you, Captain?"
"Where did she go?" he whispered.
"Who, Captain?" Tina inquired.
"Why does she keep leaving me? What have I done to make her leave me?"
Dorrie exchanged a look with Tina.
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"Stop talking and let's get him back to his room," Bridget ordered.
For the first time since he had begun the reinforcement treatments, Dorrie and Tina
walked behind Cree's gurney and helped Bridget settle him in his cot. Dorrie pursed her
lips in irritation as Bridget drew a syringe from her pocket. "What is that, Doctor?"
Bridget ignored the tech. "I'll stay with him until he falls asleep," was all she said.
"If that's a sedative, you could be further endangering his life."
"He needs to sleep," Bridget snapped, already preparing to give the injection to their patient, but Dorrie snaked out a hand and grabbed her wrist. With fury leaping
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"Blood pressure is falling!" Dorrie yelled. "We're losing him!"
He had almost reached her hand; he could feel the coolness of her fingertips. He saw
her smile and answered it with one of his own.
"Beloved," she sighed. "I am here for you."
The monster was closing on him. He could hear its metallic scream. He knew he had to
get to her, touch her. If he did, he would be safe.
"I have a hitch!" Tina shouted.
Who is that man? He asked, tearing his gaze from her to the faceless being who had
appeared behind her. He opened his mouth to demand that the male leave, but before he
could, the mysterious being had swooped down and taken the woman, Cree's woman, into
his arm and was flying away with her!
"No!" Cree pleaded. "Don't take her away from me! For the love of the gods, don't take her away from me!"
Dr. Dean spun around and strode to the gallery. "Once a day!" she shouted at those
assembled behind the Siliplex barrier. "Once a day and no more than that!"
"Three times a day was what the Tribunal ordered." Onar hissed.
"Once a day and no more than that!" the Director shrieked like a madwoman. "I will not allow you to kill Drae Cree's son!"
There was a long pause as the people in the gallery stood and stared. Finally, the lone
woman spoke for them all. "Twice a day will be sufficient, Madame Director."
"No. Not acceptable! Once and once only!" came the enraged reply.
Again there was a long pause, then the people in the gallery huddled together, seemed
to be discussing the problem. One or two seemed to be arguing strenuously, most of all
the woman, but when Onar stormed from the gallery, another man flung up his hands as
though in surrender. Eventually, he shrugged, turned away and motioned the others out.
The woman looked at Dr. Dean and nodded slightly, inferring agreement with the
Director's demand.
Dr. Dean swore beneath her breath, turned and strode angrily to the table. "Get that
thing out of his mouth, Dunne!" she ordered Bridget.
Bridget eased the wedge from between Cree's lips and wiped away the black flecks of
blood from the corner of his mouth. He came awake with a start, coughed, gagged, and
strained to get up. He was trembling, his body wracked with desperate shivers.
"Remove these!" Bridget demanded, leaning over to begin unbuckled the restraint
bands. When the one anchored across his chest came off, he turned partially over on his
side, gagging violently.
Dorrie, who was wringing out the cloth Bridget had used to wipe his mouth, noticed
the look of helplessness on his pained face. "It's all over for today," she said, wondering at the gentleness in her voice. "They're just going to do one session a day from now on.
More sessions than that are just too much for your heart."
"One?" came the pained gasp. His tone said such news could not possibly be true; that the promise of only one torment a day was a torture in itself.
"Just one," Tina reiterated. "You can handle that, can't you, Captain?"
"Where did she go?" he whispered.
"Who, Captain?" Tina inquired.
"Why does she keep leaving me? What have I done to make her leave me?"
Dorrie exchanged a look with Tina.
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"Stop talking and let's get him back to his room," Bridget ordered.
For the first time since he had begun the reinforcement treatments, Dorrie and Tina
walked behind Cree's gurney and helped Bridget settle him in his cot. Dorrie pursed her
lips in irritation as Bridget drew a syringe from her pocket. "What is that, Doctor?"
Bridget ignored the tech. "I'll stay with him until he falls asleep," was all she said.
"If that's a sedative, you could be further endangering his life."
"He needs to sleep," Bridget snapped, already preparing to give the injection to their patient, but Dorrie snaked out a hand and grabbed her wrist. With fury leaping
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