They stayed in bed for the next couple of days. Ana slept cradled in Elizabeth's arms. She
dreamt of Sam but did not feel guilty when Elizabeth touched her. It felt right, and good.
Elizabeth could help patch her up.
She was lying on Elizabeth's arm. The jagged red hair fell across her face and tickled her nose.
"Right, sit over there," Ana said, getting up. "I'm your Captain," Elizabeth said with a smirk, "You can't order me around." "I'm your doctor. These are doctor's orders."
"Got me there."
Elizabeth rolled out of bed and sat in the chair Ana offered.
"I'm surprised you haven't asked how I healed you yet."
"Go ahead," Elizabeth said.
"Basically, with the new innovations in stem cell research, I was able use your intact skin to
synthesize and regrow –"
"Magic. Gotcha." "You don't want to hear it?" "I know I asked, but I don't think I'd understand, Princess."
"Princess?" Ana repeated. "You don't like it?"
Ana let the word take hold of her. It made her feel... special. Sam had never really made her feel that way. They were there, they were together. But she couldn't remember Sam ever
making her feel wanted. The casual way Elizabeth threw the nickname out. Princess. It meant
I 'll protect you. It meant I 'll put you first.
"I like it," Ana said. "I've got good taste. But then I guess you knew that. Hey what're you doing with those?"
Ana took a pair of scissors from the bathroom.
"Giving you a haircut."
Ana snipped at the air. "What, I'm not pretty enough for you?"
"You could be prettier," Ana smiled.
Elizabeth relaxed and leaned back in the chair. "Did I ever tell about the time I stole a little girl's blanket?"
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Black Hole Heartbeat
Science FictionBlack Hole Heartbeat is Star Wars if the stormtroopers didn't miss all the time. Like Cowboy Bebop meets Butch and Sundance, or Guardians of the Galaxy in the style of Pulp Fiction. Self confessed thief of ill repute, Elizabeth Ranger, runs head fi...
