The gas was heavy. A strange thing for gas to be, but each breath filled Kaydia’s lungs with lead and dread.
She’d be lighter when she awoke, after they cut out the piece that Quentin left in her.
Desperately, she clung to conscious, clung to last connection to her husband, clung to the heartbeat that pulsed in time with her own.
Calling on the force to cleanse the gas from her lung, Kaydia reached for her husband once more.
“Relax,” a familiar voice spoke, distorted by the haze of sedation, “everything is going to be fine."
With a massive effort, like struggling against the pull of a tidal wave, she managed to look in that direction.
A doctor hovered over her, face covered by a surgical mask, leaving only eyes exposed. Blue-green eyes, igniting hope within her. “Let go. We are going to take good care of you both."
Before she could determine whether his voice was real or the remnant of her dreams, she felt a comforting presence in her mind. <I promise.>
Questions and worries and doubts faded into the nether. It didn’t matter what happened to her. Mara would be safe.