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of problems for him that had now resulted in his headaches being worse and coming more often than ever before. It was all he could do not to allow the women of the Alluvia to know just how horrific the headaches were.
    He groaned and raised his other knee. “Temperature twenty degrees lower,” he said for the cold seemed to help the debilitating pain lashing at his head.
    With his pain having increased to the point he was beginning to see the strange wriggling flashes of light at the periphery of his vision and the nausea slowly rising in his throat, he tried to lay perfectly still, attempting to force all thought from his mind for even that caused pain.
    For a moment he drifted off and, in that moment, memory leapt up to claim him.
    * * * *
    "Captain Cree?” Bridget asked, seeing the fixed stare leap back to life. “Are you with us, Captain Cree?"
    He had never seen such beautiful eyes in his life as the ones that were staring down at him with such compassion. They were the most delicate shade of green: pale and soothing. They looked at him with so much tenderness, such overwhelming sympathy he knew he could trust their owner.
    "It's over,” she told him gently. “We're through."
    "S .. stay,” he whispered, his throat an agony.
    "What?” she asked.
    Even as the orderlies lifted him, moving him to a gurney, Cree found he could not look away from the woman's beautiful green eyes. He tried to lift his hand, to touch the hand of the woman whose eyes held him so enthralled, but his muscles wouldn't cooperate.
    "W .. with me,” he asked.
    "Captain Cree?"
    There they are again, he thought, his lips pulling back in a slow, confused smile. There are those beautiful, understanding eyes. He tried to lift his hand to touch their owner's cheek, but could not.
    "How do you feel?” Bridget asked him.
    "What's your name?” he croaked.
    "Dr. Dunne,” she replied. When he frowned, she amended her answer. “Bridget. Bridget Dunne."
    "Bridget,” he repeated.
    "Are you cold?"
    "Aye,” he sighed. Her voice was so soft, so incredibly gentle. It filled him with a need to which he could not put a name.
    "We're getting you a blanket.” She reached out to smooth away a lock of dark hair from his forehead.
    Cree closed his eyes, the effects of the synthetic neurotransmitter making the smell of her flesh a vivid sensation in his nostrils. Like the caress of her voice, her touch was infinitely desirable and completely calming.
    Then there had been excruciating pain. Horror. Betrayal. Fear. Helplessness. Hopelessness. Defenselessness. Uselessness.
    "Come, Kam,” she whispered. “Come to me and the pain will stop."
    He held out his hand, striving to touch hers, hopeful, ecstatic, then she began to fade from his sight.
    "No!” he cried out, but she was gone, leaving him lost, desperate, so totally without hope.
    "Where is she?” his mind demanded. He whimpered. “Where is she?” He screamed. “ Where is she ?"
    "Captain?"
    The light was piercing white filing his head with the worst pain he could ever remember experiencing.
    "Why wasn't she here?"
    "Captain?"
    He tried to focus. Someone shook him gently, spoke his given name. Fog, thick and numbing was clouding his vision and he couldn't move, couldn't find his way out of the mist. Why wouldn't she come to him?
    "Captain Cree!"
    His vision cleared and he found himself looking up into the beautiful green eyes of the woman for whom he had been searching in his nightmare world. She was leaning over him, her face concerned, those beautiful green eyes filled with tears.
    "Go away.” The command was bitter. “You weren't there when I needed you and I don't want you here now!"
    Then had come more pain. More humbling. More of everything that had nearly destroyed him.
    " Don't go!” he called out. “Don't leave me again, Bridget!"
    "I can't stay, but I'll be back with them when they come for you at thirteen hundred hours."
    And they had been on time.
    Sweet merciful Alel, why wouldn't she