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and strong, athletic figure. He wasn’t like a bear shifter, who tended toward big and burly. No, he was more like an impressive professional athlete. Muscle corded his limbs, but it was leaner. Like a martial artist, almost, but with more grace than a world-class ballerina.
    “Who are you?” she asked softly.
    “Someone who means you no harm, believe it or not,” he told her gently, dropping swiftly to one knee as he looked to her leg.
    She flinched inadvertently as his hand wrapped around her ankle, lifting the hurt leg closer to him. He shook his head after a moment.
    “There is too much clothing and debris in the way. I need to see better.”
    He reached to his thigh and began unstrapping something. With a start, she realized it was a large knife. Ana tried to get away, but he held her firm.
    “Hold still,” he said, ignoring her agitation. “I am not going to hurt you.”
    “Then what is that for?” she all but yelped, staring at the eight-inch blade he now held.
    “To cut your pant leg off. And if you are unlucky, which I think you are, to cut away some infected flesh.”
    “What? Infected? I can’t get infections,” she told him firmly.
    He gave her a tired smile. “Oh how I wish that were true. Your wound cannot develop an infection on its own, true. But if they used a bolt coated in something, then they certainly could give you an infection. There are few things out there that will work, but there are some,” he explained, “just like drugs. Most of them have no effect, or massive doses are needed. But certain strains of things work just fine.”
    His knife quickly removed the form-fitting material, exposing her skin to his touch. Once again, she felt an electric tingle race through her. It wasn’t as strong as when they had joined hands, but there could be no doubt about what she was feeling. There was something there. The dullness in comparison could simply be because of the hole in her leg.
    “This is going to hurt,” he said after a moment. “I apologize in advance.”
    “Do I want to know?” she asked, wincing before he even answered.
    “Probably not?” he replied. “I would look away or close your eyes.”
    She nodded, tearing her gaze away from the wound as his knife drew closer to it. Instead, she focused on his face, and the intensity of his gaze.
    The tingle of his touch was replaced by a blazing ball of fire that seared up her leg. Ana cried out in pain, trying to wrench her leg away. Ferrovax’s grip held firm, however, and she looked down to see what he was doing.
    His knife had disappeared partially into her leg. Even as she watched he twisted it. The main redoubled and she saw darkness begin to dim the corners of her eyes. Screams ripped from her throat as he moved the knife again.
    “I am sorry,” he said, and she could hear the guilt in his voice, the pain he felt at having to do this to her.
    “Just get it done,” she managed to get out, her teeth clenched firmly together.
    Sweat broke out on her brow as she fought against the pain, her fingers digging deep into the ground around her. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he removed the blade.
    “Oh thank God,” she moaned, sucking in lungfuls of air.
    “Now I must really apologize,” he said, grimacing.
    “Wait, why do you—”
    She didn’t get to finish asking her question. Ferrovax had pulled her onto her side and dug his knife swiftly into the exit hole as well, proceeding to cut away more of the diseased flesh. The pain caught her by surprise and this time she screamed without reservation, unable to prepare herself in time to try and contain some of it. The noise split the night and she hoped there was nobody else around. They would know to come running.
    “Almost done,” he whispered soothingly into her ear. It didn’t help with the pain, but the detached, analytical part of her brain, the area that didn’t react to the pain, found that she appreciated him trying.
    She rebelled against her