accelerator on him as he lay on his back with his suit edging to the top of his hips.
Drovin sat, and he watched with attention but no anger as she touched Rand.
Wren sighed inwardly. She had made her point and it had taken. He knew he had nothing to worry about. He had her full attention no matter whom she had to strip down for caretaking. If she had to have him in here for every cut, scrape and cracked rib, she would.
Rand was hiding a groin strike, and she merely looked at him with her brows raised while he hid a grimace. With a low grunt, he shoved his suit down to mid-thigh, and she casually placed the accelerator over his bruised groin.
“How large were the animals?”
“Each weighed around a thousand kilos.”
She winced. “I am amazed it didn’t turn your nuts to peanut butter. Hold still and quit squirming.”
The smoke grey skin was surrounded by a light nest of hair the same metallic gold as his head.
“This would be sexy if you didn’t smell like Drovin.” He grinned.
She felt the pain receding and waited until it concluded. “That makes one of us.”
“Ouch.”
“You will feel more than an ouch if you don’t pull your suit up, Rand.” Drovin growled, his mood darkening rapidly.
Rand sighed and yanked his suit into place. “Thank you, Wren. Your touch is far lighter than any of ours.”
She snorted. “Right, now sit up and let me get that gouge in your back. I can feel it burning you.”
Drovin growled. “What do you mean you can feel it?”
“It is why I would have been accepted as a Volunteer with or without you, Drovin. Empathy is a learned skill, and I learned all I could after my mind was ratcheted into high gear.” She looked at the shallow slice and got the sterilizer out, working down the skin to flush the debris out of the wound.
“I had no idea you were cut.”
Rand winced. “An antler caught me, and while my suit repaired itself, I didn’t. I was going to have Loesh look at it later.”
She got the sealant out of the kit and sprayed synthetic skin over the cleaned wound. The regenerator was calibrated for W’lyn skin, and it worked its wonder to bring his body’s efforts to their peak to heal the injury.
“I want to check it tomorrow. Don’t exercise too vigorously, and if it tears open, come and get me.”
Rand flexed his shoulders carefully. “That feels remarkably better. Thank you.”
She grinned and went to wash the blood and grim off her hands. “Go have a sonic shower and change clothing. You reek like wild animal.”
Rand nodded and hopped to his feet, leaving medical without a look back.
Drovin walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, placing his hands around hers as she scrubbed. The flower was still in her hair, but he moved his head from her temple, down to her neck, tugging at the fabric of her suit with his teeth.
Lust rippled through him and trickled into her. She sighed and leaned her head back against his shoulder. “I am going to have to work on that left arm of yours.”
He jerked in surprise. “How do you know about that?”
“I feel the pain when you move. It is under your regular emotional scale but still there. Take the upper portion of your suit off and get on the table.”
She ran the sterilizer beam over the table and waited. When he sat down, she stroked her hands over his skin in a way she hadn’t done to Rand.
“It was a break, wasn’t it?” She picked up the accelerator and placed it in the most sensitive of the areas under his muscles. “A very bad break. You used your talent to set it, but it never healed completely.”
He winced as she worked. “I didn’t have time to see to it properly, and mentioning it as a chronic injury might get me off the roster for a week. That could cost lives.”
She sighed and worked the accelerator around to the trouble spot. “I think that two or three more treatments will complete the healing to the point where you don’t have to hold it anymore.”
He placed his
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