The Chronicles of St Mary's - 08 - And the Rest Is History by Jodi Taylor

Author:Jodi Taylor
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Science Fiction, Historical Fiction
Published: 2017-04-12T23:00:00+00:00

It seemed strange to exit the pod and not find Leon waiting for me, but I pushed that thought aside. I was full of plans. We had three full weeks before the next assignment. Yes, there were reports to write and presentations to plan, but I had three weeks for me and Matthew to get to know each other a little better. Perhaps we could have some fun in the improving weather. I had been planning things out in my mind. I had to be careful. His life had been so narrow and miserable that almost anything was a treat, but I had to take care not to overwhelm him. Perhaps a trip to the zoo. Or we could go shopping and buy him some new clothes. I was surprised to find that the ones I’d bought him were already showing signs of wear and tear. And he seemed to be outgrowing his jeans. They were flapping around his ankles. I couldn’t believe it. He’d only had them a little while. I made a mental note to instruct him to stop growing.

We decontaminated and, led by North, everyone left the pod and trailed through Hawking on their way to Sick Bay. I checked over the console, pulled my bag from the locker, and made to follow them.

Dieter entered, grinned at me, and began to shut things down. ‘Now then, Max. Everything OK?’

I smiled at him and woke up in Sick Bay.

Three birds with one stone.

This was a strange new world. No Helen. No Hunter. My head hurt. I couldn’t focus properly. Shapes swam around, hurting my eyes until I gave up and closed them again.

And opened them. It was night-time. A night light burned above my head. Which still hurt, but now my body had joined the party as well. Peterson sat nearby. His face was in shadow but, even so, I’d never seen him look this bad. He hadn’t shaved and deep lines had etched themselves across his face. And his arm was in a sling again.

Three birds with one stone.

I closed my eyes again.

And opened them again and now it was morning.

Peterson was still here. I turned my head on the pillow and was hit with a huge wave of nausea. I just had time to croak a warning. He seized a basin and saved us both.

Someone wiped my face and hands and I closed my eyes again.

And opened them again. This time for good. I felt much better although I suspected I owed a lot of that to chemical assistance.

Peterson was still here. He saw me looking at him, and grabbed for the bowl again.

I tried to utter a reassurance, and he put down the bowl and picked up a cup with a straw.

‘Sip slowly.’

Obediently, I took two or three small sips of something sweet.

‘Can you see me? Can you hear me?’

I nodded very carefully.

He disappeared. I assumed he’d gone for Hunter, but he returned with Dr Stone, who dropped into a chair beside the bed. ‘Hello, Max.

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