Gabatrix: Force and Vehemence

Chapter 8: Mix Well

It was the afternoon of the following day. Bransen slowly moved to his destination. His heart was aflutter even if it was challenging for him to walk. The pain medication was working well. The surgery had been a success, and he was mobile enough to make the brief walk out of the hotel. The spinal clamp was keeping him from losing his balance. However, even with the elevator to assist him, he leaned toward the wall to keep himself stable.

Nothing would stop him as the man approached the hotel room where Girsha'lar and Nir'vina were at. It had been in his mind all day. Most likely, they had finished up their day's worth of fighting.

"Ugh.....ugh....," Bransen winced. He paused for a moment and closed his eyes. His breathing was heavy, and his palm pressed to the wall. When he opened his eyes, he saw that one of the guards was looking at him. They were strict in how they maintained their post. He hoped that they would be lenient towards him. Nevertheless, a slight sense of trepidation remained. Would the guards allow him in?

"Jesd'ser," another Yutilian tried to address him from the side. "You....need help?" A fellow Yutilian staff member had seen the man struggling. She had left her alcove to see if he needed assistance.

"I'm fine....," he told her. "I'm not far from my destination. Thank you."

"If....you need.....help....call," she struggled to say in English.

"After I'm done, I might need it." He said nothing else as the staff member lowered her head in respect, her tail feathers almost hitting the man in the head as she returned back to her alcove.

Bransen summoned the will to keep moving. He wasn't that far. He made slow steps toward the guards. Then, finally, he left the wall. His legs buckled under pressure as he tried to stand in front of them.

"I....wish to ask if I can see Girsha'lar and Nir'vina.....if they're here," Bransen asked.

The two guards both stepped aside from the door. They said nothing as one of them activated their wrist computers on their wrap armor. The other guard placed her palm on the door panel. There was no questioning. It was completely different than the previous few days. Why did they do this? There should have been resistance on their part, but it wasn't. Whatever happened was significant, something that played a role in allowing him to pass. The question was how?

It wasn't as if he would question the process, either. It was to his benefit, after all. Finally, after a short time of the guard speaking in Itrean, there was a response on the other end.

"Yes, send him in," Girsha'lar replied.

With that, the comms were closed. The other guard unlocked the door. Bransen's heart was beating faster. A part of him didn't mind the idea that he would be sitting down again once he got inside.

"Thank you," he told the two before entering.

"Scream if you are in danger," the guard replied. It was her only reply to him. The hotels were well soundproofed, but even Itrean hearing could decipher enough if he were in danger. However, he felt no real hostility. If Girsha'lar intended on ill will, she would have already done so.

Upon his entry, Bransen could hear running water in the nearby room. It didn't take long before he pressed his hand to the wall again. There was also the faint sound of music being played. It consisted of what could be described as former Japanese heavy rock mixed with other instruments that Bransen didn't recognize.

"The poor human almost crawled to us," Nir'vina said.

"If I would have known, I would have carried him here," Girsha'lar added.