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background noise than for any programming content. He made a face and gestured at Janis, making it clear he wanted to talk to her alone. She was tempted to go ahead and leave without letting him get his way, but she reluctantly hung back as he drew her aside in order to speak without Mykal overhearing.
    “Listen, did they leave any medication for him?” he asked her urgently, leaning close. “I’ve looked all over and I can’t find anything. I was told they would leave something to help keep him quiet.”
    She nodded, surprised at his intensity. “In the bathroom,” she said, pointing it out. “On a shelf in the medicine cabinet, I think.”
    “Oh. Of course.” He looked as though he was starting off in that direction, then he hesitated, grimacing. “I guess that’s supposed to be your job, right?” He gestured toward Mykal. “Don’t you think you ought to give him something? He seems awfully wide-awake to me.”
    “I think he’s allowed a little awake time,” she said, feeling slightly annoyed, then realizing she was talking through her hat. For all she knew, Kylos had talked to the doctors himself and knew much more than she did.
    But actually, he didn’t act like it.
    “Oh. Of course,” he said, fidgeting. He gave her an arch look. “But we wouldn’t want him to hurt himself.”
    She frowned. “Don’t worry. I think he understands the possible consequences.”
    She moved a little away from him. There was something definitely unpleasant about the man. Funny. Mykal had always been the sort of man who drew people to him. His brother seemed to be just the opposite.
    “I think he can probably monitor his own need for the drugs, don’t you think?” she added.
    He didn’t look convinced, but Mykal was holding out his empty bowl and she turned to take it from him and put it down on the top of the dresser.
    “That ought to help make you feel a little more alive,” she told him.
    He nodded, looking at her with a spark of interest in his eyes. “What’s your name, guard lady? What shall I call you?”
    She took a deep breath. “Janis,” she said. And she didn’t give her last name.
    “Janis?”
    He was still frowning, thinking it over as though it might ring a bell. She held her breath.
    And then he showed the hint of a smile. “Nice name,” he said. His eyes drifted shut again. “Will you still be here when I wake up, Janis?” he asked her softly.
    She couldn’t answer that. After all, he’d told her to leave earlier. But he didn’t seem to remember that.
    “I hope you will,” he said groggily. “I have some things I want to talk to you about. Later.”
    “I…I’ll try,” she said faintly.
    He held out his hand and she knew what he wanted. Quickly, she moved closer and took his hand in hers. He smiled and held on tightly, as though he really did need her to anchor his existence. Then his smile faded as he fell quickly into another deep sleep.
    She stared at the hand she was holding, then pressed it to her heart and gazed down at him. He looked like a wounded warrior. Her heart filled with love for him. She couldn’t help it. No matter what he did, she couldn’t seem to shake it. And in truth, she didn’t really want to.
    Their marriage had been short, barely two months, but oh, so sweet. They had been friends as well as lovers, but the love had been the best. She remembered the night he’d aroused such passion in her, she’d clawed his back with her fingernails. He’d laughed and teased her that he was going to go around without a shirt for the day so everyone could see what a hot woman he had. She’d been mortified, and so apologetic. But he’d just kissed her and before she knew it, they were making love again.
    If they could go back to what they had created between them in the short time they were married, before it all fell apart…
    But that was dreaming and in her experience, dreams very seldom came true. She’d grown up hard and tough, learning how to defend herself