Sebastian was fuming. Dr. Oshwaldwas surprisingly calm in the face of an enraged demon. He sat at his desk scribbling notes. He didn’t even look up as Sebastian bel owed. Nonchalantly Oshwaldsaid, “It was only for a few minutes. She’l wake again. Soon I expect.” Anya was lying motionless on the bed. Her color looked better and she seemed to be breathing easier. She was stil the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on. Grating he replied, “You wil cal me when that happens.” It was an order not a request. The doctor nodded but kept his attention on his paper. It had been more than twenty hours since she’d fal en unconscious. Sebastian hadn’t slept a wink. He was too worried for his Anya. Admittedly, the lack of sleep might be making him more irritable than usual. Every minute he was teetering on the Edge. The ship had warped for a mere twenty-three seconds and Anya paid a hefty price for it.Something she wil not be doing again.
