Witch Of The Federation III (Federal Histories Book 3) by Michael Anderle

Author:Michael Anderle [Anderle, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2019-09-29T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Stephanie woke to the smell of antiseptic and snoring. Another hospital?

“Son of a bitch.” When she opened her eyes, she turned her head and saw Vishlog, his head tipped back and mouth open, snoring in a chair beside the bed.

White wrapped his torso and he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

“I hope you’re wearing pants, buddy,” she muttered and let her gaze drift around the room.

Lars lay in a couch, a pillow supporting his head while his shoulders rested on one arm and his calves hung over the other. He was wearing pants. Granted, they were only sweatpants and he sported bandages around his bare chest and one arm, but they were there.

She looked at them both and rolled her eyes. “Seriously, guys? I bet you’re not supposed to be in here. The nurse will have your hides.”

Neither of them stirred and their soft snores were almost comforting in the too-quiet room while they slept. She sighed, looked at the ceiling, and remembered the battle—all of it.

When she recalled how it felt to handle the Nihilistic energy, she shuddered and drew a sharp breath, closed her eyes, and took stock of herself. She felt okay, but...

A tingling in her arm broke through her chain of thought and she stopped to focus on it. The stump at the end of it was an unpleasant reminder of what handling the Nihilistic could do.

“Seriously?” she asked it but noticed an inch of new growth at the end, the start of a new hand. “Already?”

As she spoke, she became aware of the gMU flowing into her system. Startled, she checked the magic inside her and was relieved when she found it filling the tanks and not spinning into a more concentrated form.

What was more of a relief was that there was not a trace of nMU anywhere—either inside her or around her. She looked for a tank where she might have inadvertently stored some and didn’t find one of those, either.

She breathed another sigh of relief. “It’s not like I want those two parts anywhere near each other,” she murmured and stared at her slowly forming hand.

“You’re lucky that it wasn’t stored in what passes for your head,” V’ritan told her as he strode through the door on the other side of the room. “I don’t think you’d grow that back.”

Brilgus snorted and followed him in. A nurse bustled past and ignored them both. To her relief, she went over to check on Lars. The King’s Warrior came to stand on the opposite side of the bed to Vishlog.

Stephanie noted the worried look on his face and sighed. “It would be nice if I could stop waking up in hospitals and being in bed when I see you.”

He quirked an eyebrow and his eyes sparkled. “How else can I get you to sit still long enough to talk?”

“Oh...it’s like that is it?” She gestured at the room around her. “All this? A giant Meligornian conspiracy to get me still for long enough so you can talk to me.

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