All Rights Reserved Β© 2018, Rick Haydn Horst
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Cadmar spoke in a weak voice. "Pearce can do it, and I can help him."
Everyone turned to Cadmar. Maggie and Julien then saw Cadmar's eyes and how their appearance was like AmarΓ©'s. I saw the familiar expression on their faces as they stared into them. "Pearce!" Cadmar said, raising his voice. "What's the matter with you? Someone needs your help."
Although not well, Pearce awoke from his preoccupation. At that moment, he tried to concentrate on someone else. "I need two blankets, a few towels, alcohol, scissors, all the tweezers you have, a sharp knife, and bandages if you have them."
Maggie had all the items, except the bandages; they made do with strips of clean sheets. They had placed Aiden on the floor upon one of the blankets and laid the other on his upper body to keep him warm. They carefully cut away his pant leg. Cadmar, with his amazing eyes, said he could see the bullet. It had lodged at an angle, indicating an indirect hit, like a ricochet off the lab's cement floor. Cadmar said if the slug had hit him directly, it would have shattered his femur because he could see Aiden's Foundational Enhancement had not completed itself. As it stood, no damage occurred to the bone. Despite the bullet's shallow depth, Pearce had to cut it out. The nanos in his body should take care of any potential infections, and rapidly heal the wound, but the foreign object blocked their ability to do that. The removal seemed straightforward, but we had nothing to give Aiden for the pain.
Maggie had quietly cried, and I tried not to. Aiden, quite characteristically, never complained. He said it hurt, but more to let us know that he had pain than anything else. He continued to astonish me with how much he could tolerate. However, I feared the removal would prove too much, even for him.
Maggie could no longer watch without helping. She kneeled beside him, held his hand, and whispered, "I am here for you." He looked at her and tried to smile.
The ceramic-bladed paring knife she gave Pearce came from a set she brought from France. It cut like a razor. Pearce put alcohol on the blade, the tweezers that he selected, the surgical site, his hands, and the wound, which made Aiden wince. Just before Pearce, guided by Cadmar, began to cut into Aiden's leg, Maggie kissed Aiden to distract him. Lacking a sense of ghoulish curiosity, once the incision started, I refused to watch. I faced the other way, David's arm around me and my forehead against his shoulder. Aiden barely made any sound, but it had to hurt.
"It's out," said Pearce, and I watched as they began to wrap Aiden's leg.
"You did well, Aiden," said Cadmar.
It hadn't bled much. Maggie continued kissing Aiden.
Pearce spoke, "Thank you, Cadmar, I could not have done it alone."
Maggie ended her kiss with Aiden. I noticed he had a tear running into his hairline.
"Thank you," Aiden whispered to Maggie, and she whispered into his ear. He tried to smile despite the pain and nodded. "Later," he said. He got up on both elbows, his face pale. "Well, chaps, will I live, you think?"
Cadmar glanced at Maggie. "We'll make sure you do."
"Thank you, both," said Aiden.
"You're welcome," said Pearce.
"I'm glad I could help," said Cadmar.
"Cadmar," said David, "may Rick and I speak to you for a moment?"
He slowly got to his feet,
"Aiden, I'm sorry not to include you," I said.
He waved a weary hand dismissively. "It's fine."
We helped Cadmar down the hall to the bedroom and sat him on Maggie's bed to conserve his energy. He had been out of the loop for some time, so we caught him up as best we could. David told him of the experience the Americans had put Pearce through, and it upset Cadmar.
"How did the British treat you?" David asked.
"Not
that
bad," said Cadmar. "I got struck hard by the car and became unconscious --or semi-conscious as you say-- for a while. When I awoke back to normal, they had me where you found me. They hadn't experimented on me that I know of, but they took samples of all the body fluids they could think of and ended up extracting as many nanos from me as they could. I'm experiencing nano depletion; I don't feel well. But now I know why Pearce acts as he does, and he looks terrible. They must have taken far more from him."
"What's nano depletion?" I asked.
"After a while," said David, "your body relies on the nanos to perform various biological tasks. If someone loses a significant quantity, like with Cadmar and Pearce, it takes a long time to replenish them without drinking more nano-suspension. Because your body requires them for certain bodily processes, and you haven't enough for the job, you get ill. When severe enough, nano depletion can kill you."
When the conversation ended, we emerged to find Aiden sitting on the chaise lounge with his feet up. He had improved, so the nanos in his body were doing their jobs as rapidly as possible. He said the pain level had decreased with the bullet out.
With our mission accomplished, the question remained, when would we leave for the portal? Aiden needed to stay off his leg, so we decided to go at 7:00 p.m., allowing him to rest and for us to avoid the afternoon traffic.
Late that afternoon, the rain had stopped, the overcast grew darker, and night would soon fall. We ordered the delivery of a staggering quantity of food. We had enough for a small army and required several delivery people to bring it to the door.
Five of us ate at Maggie's table, but Maggie insisted on sitting with Aiden on the chaise. As they ate, Aiden practiced his broken French, much to Maggie's delight.
Maggie and Aiden had more going on than was said, but I couldn't complain. I carried much of the responsibility for that. I had given them both, as Maggie said, the Rick
Seal of Approval
, and they trusted me. During our meal, when David and I noticed the considerable amount of food Maggie was packing away, we knew they had not limited the previous evening to merely talking.
"Did you send the recording you and I made to your people?" David asked Julien.
"
Oui
(Yes)," he said, "I still await a reply."
"What do you think they will do?" I asked David.
"I hadn't intended the message to allay anyone's fears, but to relay the truth," David said. "It's difficult to say what they'll do. Humans here can be volatile; they don't always appreciate brutal honesty."