~ ZEV ~
Zev roared her name so the ceiling shook. He rolled, desperate to get out of this bed, but the healer hadn't brought him the pain medication yet and he was gasping and trembling before he'd even pushed himself up to sit.
Shit.
SHIT.
Breath heaving, bracing himself on the bed he scrabbled at Sasha's mind, but she was holding him out, so in desperation he reached for Lhars.
GET HER OUT OF THERE. NOW!
But Lhars was holding him off as well and Zev's stomach went cold and he cursed under his breath. What was Lhars doing? Why would he shut Zev out at such a crucial time—was he setting Sasha up? Was this his work?
The healer walked in, saw Zev rolled onto his side and rushed to the bed. "Zev, no, you can't—"
"She's going to leave with him! She's going to get herself killed!"
"You can't help. You'd never make it and if the wound opens again and gets infected again—you need help, Zev! You can't move!"
