Damn it! He didn’t have a scanner. He didn’t have anything with him that could tell him how badly she was hurt. He glanced about her lab, looking for anything he could use to scan her, but there was nothing. The acrid scent of singed clothing and burned flesh assaulted his nose.A smell that shouldn’t be coming from his Ellie. Should never be coming from his woman. He looked at her wound. It was high up on her chest on the right side. She was lucky it had missed a direct hit to her heart. If it had hit her heart, she would have died instantly. As it was, the wound was serious. She could have damage to her lungs and the muscles of her chest.“Fuck it, Ellie. Why would you do that?” he demanded.Her eyelids fluttered, but she didn’t speak. She stared up into his eyes, yellow-green orbs hazed over with pain, the pupils large and dilated. He couldn’t even give her anything for the pain. He had nothing. He touched her cheek gently, a light stroke that had her eyes closing as tears slid from the corners.She coughed, a wet sound that told him all he needed to know.
