Soul-Bonded to the Alien(46)

Paige smiled before she slid into unconsciousness.





Chapter Nineteen




She woke up in bed; where was death when you needed it? Her back was on fire, she tried to turn but the fires of hell raced up her spine. Maybe she was dead and there was no peace in it. Breathing in shallowly she noticed the pain that gripped her heart before her breaths turned into a cough fight aggravating the hellish flash that now encompassed her body. She must have failed. This must be some torture designed in the mind of the evil Sudir.

“Paige, don’t move.”

She cracked her eyelids to see Cal standing alongside of her. “Cal?”

Even her voice was raw. Being talented was a dangerous proposition, one she would consider if she lived.

“Are you real?” She spoke with her dead parents recently and she definitely wasn’t in the place to determine reality verses fantasy.

“Very real, Sunshine.”

“How is Vick?”

“Unharmed. He is running the house with the resilience of a six year old. The Sudir never harmed him. Seems there is some ritual that must be done before he could tap into his essence and we arrived just in time.”

“How is everyone else?”

“They all live, even Joaquin.” His voice soured on the name.

Paige gave a small chuckle that sounded more like a groan of pain. Forcing her eyes open again she looked at the walls of the room. She wasn’t in her suite or in Cal’s room. The walls were painted a sweet mauve as if they were there to soothe. The bed she was stretched out on was hard when compared to the mattresses she laid on recently.

“Where am I?”

“You’re in our healing chamber.”

“Um…hate to tell you this, but I’m not sure I can be healed. He took pieces of my flesh and there were huge cuts in my body.” She was doing the right thing she reasoned, Cal needed to know she would probably die, if not from the cuts then the infection that was surely surging through her body.

“Why do you have a healing chamber? I thought you just entered a body, found what was wrong, and fixed it.”

“We do, but we were wise enough to know that even natural ability at times is not enough. My parents made sure the latest technology they developed traveled with us. When sending a multitude of children to a distant planet with an army of warriors, you need every bit of help you can get.”

She grinned for a minute as she pictured a ship filled with young boys all being mischievous at one time while rigid soldiers tried to curb their behavior. Her lips curved up into a smile, she wished she could get a DVD of that.

“I agree it was a wise thing for your parents to do. So how are you trying to heal me?”

“Right now you’re on your side held in a field that makes it impossible for you to move. There is a Bandon on your back. A Bandon is a thick gel which was applied to your entire back. It is now probing into your wounds looking for any signs of infection. If you feel a hot burning sensation when it has found an infected site and is eradicating it. The hotter the sensation, the greater the infection. Once your back is free from infection, it will begin to repair the muscle that was cut and finally it will regenerate the skin.”

“Guess you’re not inclined to turn this technology over to the human doctors?”

“I’m also not inclined to end up in one of your doctor’s laboratories, which is what would happen if I strolled in and announced I was from another planet here to help them.”

Paige knew he was right, but the number of people who could be helped would be amazing. Or maybe not, this new technology would be held for those who could pay and no one else. Sighing she left it alone. It wasn’t hers to make available to the general public and when did she become a softy. Her life was about trying to make it in a world that never seemed to want to stop and notice she was alive.

Although to be honest, it wasn’t like she cared. She had grown accustomed to keeping her head down and swimming with the stream. Now she was swimming against it, everything she did in the last couple of days was not mainline and she hadn’t even posted one picture to her social media account, the one thing she never thought she would leave behind her. She was used to a huge list of strangers who hit the like button on the things she posted; it was her life until Cal.

She had been wrong; this must be the fire of hell. Opening her mouth, she let out a scream that was trapped in her throat before she thankfully blacked out.





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Paige woke up immediately reaching for blissful unconsciousness again. She turned expecting fiery pain to only feel a dull thud as her back twitched. She let the idea of sleeping forever slip away as she opened an eye. She never realized how soothing the colors black and silver could be. She was in Cal’s room. A tiny sigh of relief escaped her. The Bandon may be a healing device, but it could double as a torture device. She felt good, she was sure that was because of the heat Cal was generating. He warmed her body as much as he warmed her heart. She dared a move and snuggled deep into him. How long had it been since she came here? It didn’t really matter; all she knew was that she didn’t want to be separated from him.