Boundless

Of Dragons and Dreams

"I won't even ask if you have any idea of how much you are making my job incredibly harder, because I'm positive you know".

Silence.

Sometimes Ah'kaedh wondered why Lar'jar would even ask such things.

The point here was not the asking, though. The Medic was just trying to shame his brother into behaving like the responsible adult he was. Unsuccessfully.

There were two injured bodies in front of the older brother, laying in a bed of furs, improper for medical care. His brother was looking like a jigsaw (not that he had perfect looking skin before, far from that. Imprisonment and too many near death experiences had made the Enforcer quite scarred, but the amount of fresh wounds gave him a frightening new look). And there was the Girl. Name undetermined. Way less wounds, recently out of the woods.

She had pulled through, alright. But her conscience was still floating in unknown lands. In part due to the process her body was still undergoing. But mostly, it was due to Lar'jar's professional recommendations.

The ooman had such strong reactions to alien blood transfusion, that she almost died mere minutes after receiving half the dose mentioned in any records of such treatment. But she was given the full dose the next day. And boy, oh boy. Another near death experience. And a physical reaction that was so painful to watch, that the siblings had another physical fight because Lar'jar was not about to allow anyone to go through such an amount of pain without any relief. If knocking her out would kill her, so be it.

Not having her undergo the stress of being awaken (and not fully aware, since her delirious state never subsided completely, specially under so much pain) while facing the side effects of the blood transfusion actually have a positive effect on both Hunter and Girl.

As of now, the Girl was still partially sedated, and the alien medicine seemed to have some adverse effects on her (Lar'jar had observed something similar on Sila, but her reactions were way gentler. The slave had some vivid dreams, but the Girl was hallucinating nonstop).

"How's your eye?"

"I can see just fine".

"I would prefer to take you to the med-bay and properly examine it, and determine if just fine means nearly blind".

No, the fresh wounds were not Lar'jar's doing. Yeah, they had used claws, and yes, they had earned some small, cute scars from some siblings shannenigans, but the wounds worrying Lar'jar? Nope, those were other people's doing.

Currently dead people, sure, but... wounds dealt by dead people could still blind you, if not properly taken care of.

Seven Yautjas skulls were awaiting cleaning and polishing. Bad Blood skulls.

Ah'kaedh still had some to take. But those would have to wait. His body reached its limit, keep pushing was straight stupidity (since, you know, it would take at least a week for his right leg to recover enough for him to even walk).

The Bad Blood were now scattered. Part of the band was still on Thedus - they were hunting for more ooman females. Upon landing, the band was so divided after the explosion, that they ended up divided in small groups or alone.

(Ah'kaedh suspected the surviving slaves had something to do with it).

Another two Enforcers had been assigned to join him. Upon reporting the number of Yautjas in that Bad Blood Vessel (after capturing and interrogating the first individual), two Clans decided to send some help.

But now, right now, Ah'kaedh was once more a prisoner to a bed, with injuries covering up his body.

The Endorcer was positive Lar'jar could deal with the minor inconvenience of checking on his patients outside the fucking med-bay.