The Alien's Escape: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Craving the Heveians Book 4) by Ella Blake

Author:Ella Blake [Blake, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Table rock publishing, LLc
Published: 2023-07-27T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Jorok

It was no surprise when Tigrub arrived in the medical bay with boils erupting on his skin. My stomach dropped at the sight. I had hoped to find something to combat this disease before he became sick, but I had failed.

I settled him in to a bed closer to the testing equipment, where I could keep a closer eye on him. I had changed the slabs, so they had soft padding, sheets with cooling fibers to soothe the blisters, and pillows made to support Gutturians’ elongated skulls. They offered more comfort to those who were suffering.

The Gutturians no longer cursed at me or glared. In fact, my opinion of their species had improved as well. We were often on the opposite sides of conflicts, but suffering like this felt universal. And to know that we suffered from the same type of sickness, from the same source, made me feel like it was imperative to help them.

Kiki told me to think of something new. “Outside of the box” she’d said, and there I realized my problem. I’d been so focused on what I thought was the solution that I hadn’t explored other possibilities as much as I should have.

For the rest of the day, and the next, I worked with synthetic strains of protein and bacteria, testing them with Gutturian blood and trying to put some thrust into their immune system and aid it with some different therapies. I had one test subject, who was newly sick and still had a chance, possibly. By the end of the second day, I had seen some improvements in him. I had made some progress.

Tigrub, on the other hand, had not. He was declining faster, perhaps because he was older, or perhaps because he’d hid his illness and it had progressed too far before he came here.

I was furious with myself for not trying a new direction earlier. I had been too narrow in my scope. Too rigid.

I glanced over at Kiki, sitting at her terminal with a cybot beside her. One of its compartments hung open, and she fiddled with something inside of it. She went back and forth between her terminal and tweaking something in the cybot’s innards. Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth and her brows were low in concentration. She said something to the cybot, and it shook its cylindrical-shaped head. She nodded and continued working on it.

Every time I looked at her, I felt like my ribs were contracting around my heart. It was why I did my best not to look at her, especially when working. Preferably not at all. She was distracting. Every single bit of me ached for her. And every bit of me felt just as closed off and rigid as my failure to think “outside the box” with my medicine.

The cybots were now an enormous help. They freed up my time to put more work into finding the cure. That also freed up my mind to contemplate the way I felt about Kiki.

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