Chapter 22: Vulnerability
"Move!" a voice yelled above the chaotic clamor. Boots were clanging on the metal flooring, people were breathing urgently.
"By Vincintine’s name, how the hell is this kid still alive?" another spoke.
"Is that his mechbeast?"
"Yeah, but it won’t let free of him. It’s like it’s fused to his chest!"
"It’s a Red Lizard. How could he survive with a Red Lizard when others died?"
"That doesn’t matter now! Get the Lizard off him! Hurry!"
"I can still feel his core, but it’s fading fast. Pull! Get him to the health post, fast!"
Those words blurred past Jethro’s senses as he felt himself being pulled on a slim hover-bed over a smooth floor. His eyes tried to open but his eyelids were too weak to pull apart from each other. So through the tiny, blurry gaps, he managed to see the faces of a healer and a nurse, looking down at him.
"What’s... happening?" he slurred.
"Shh, conserve your strength, kid," the healer said to him. "You’re being taken to the health post where Beastcorp’s top healers will take care of you."
Jethro rolled his head, tired. "Beast... corp." He looked around the bed. "My Lizard... Where’s my... Lizard?"