With his arm bound to his chest, Vince moved toward me. His face was still bruised and his movements were jerky. It would take time for him to heal. Amorians weren’t as advanced in medicine as we were, but their techniques and medicine were usable and helpful to humans. Not all Drakcon technology could safely be used on humans.
He climbed onto the bed beside me, and I hauled him closer, careful to be gentle. Vince rested a hand over my throbbing soul. “Are you alright?”
“Yes.”
“He was stabbed. Several scales were broken, and he has some internal damage from the knife as well as broken ribs and bruised organs,” Muznim answered, looking at her screen.
Vince gripped my shirt. “But he’ll be fine, right?”
“Yes,” she said. “Captain Dontilvynsan will make a full recovery. He simply needs rest.”
My mate glared at me. “You heard her. Rest.”
I ran a hand through his hair. “As you wish, my Vince.”
Chapter 42
Recovery and decisions.
Don was on strict bedrest; he wasn’t taking it well. But I didn’t care. I would sit on him if I had to. The doctor didn’t want him moving around too much, and Don would follow what she’d prescribed to the letter.
Currently, Kal was leading the search for the other humans, and I had no doubt he’d find them all. I might hate the bastard—though I was softening from how fast he came to protect Don—but Kal was dedicated to finding the humans and protecting them.
Right now, my main concern was Don. He needed to heal, and I would be damned if I let anything happen to him.
My arm was bound to my chest to keep my shoulder from moving. Klars had put on several nanite plasters to speed up my healing. I only had to wear them for a few days—he wasn’t actually certain about the timeline. Until then, he wanted me to move my arm as little as possible, to allow the medicine and tech in the plasters to heal me.
I gathered up the bandage supplies, cleanser, and oil for Don’s side. Where the alien bastard had stabbed Don were several broken scales. Depending on the extent of the injury, the scales didn’t always come back—Caleb had several spots without scales—but the skin underneath was sensitive to the extreme. Cold, heat, dry weather were a few things that could harm the exposed skin.
The oil Dr. Muznim had provided should help his scales regrow, but she couldn’t say for certain. I would, of course, do everything to help him heal.
I set everything on the ground beside the couch, and Don looked my way, tail flicking. I caught the wiggling appendage and pressed a kiss to the tip. “Don’t glare, Sweetheart. I need to take care of you. Doctor's orders, which you promised to follow.”
“What’s one more broken promise?” he muttered.
“What?” I asked, leaning over him. He’d never broken a promise to me.
His eyes shifted to the side.
“Sweetheart?” I asked, but he didn’t look at me or move to lift his hand and make a connection between us. He hadn’t formed a connection since the incident, and I missed it. Was he mad at me? I’d gone to the station when I’d promised to stay in our room. I was the reason he was attacked.
“I let you be hurt,” he whispered.
“What?”
His luminous green eyes met mine, stark and full of pain. “That person hurt you, and I did nothing.”
“You saved me.”
“I swore no one would ever touch you again without permission, and someone did.”
Fuck, Don was adorable. I pressed my mouth to his. He grunted in surprise. I took advantage of it, forcing my tongue inside. God, he was warm. I laid siege, plundering him until Don was shaking beneath me.
I pulled back, and he followed. Smiling, I brushed my fingers along his cheekbones. “You didn’t fail me, Don. I left the ship. I left Kal and Seth’s side. I was the idiot who risked myself. You saved me.” I gave him a harsh kiss, though I tempered it to not hurt him. “You saved me, Don. I’m not mad. I don’t blame you. You didn’t break your promise. Do you understand me?”
He didn’t meet my gaze.
I grabbed his chin and forced him to meet my eye. “Do you understand, Dontilvynsan?”
