Free Faer’s Command: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Science Fiction Alien Romance) (Survival Wars Book 3) by Hana Starr

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the computers, the machines, prepped the tools that would be used on the organs
themselves, and took the time to steady herself. This was another day that she
was going to help people with – she could do this. They could do this,
she corrected herself, stealing a glance at Faer as they worked. The both of
them, together, would find a solution to this problem.
     
                Faer came back just as she was finished with the
prep, several duplicate organs in glass testing dishes on a large metal tray
ready for their experiments. They set them down on the exam table, and she
waited for him to begin to tell her what to do; this was their lab,
after all. That, and it was hard for her to shake the feeling that she was back
in med school waiting for the instructor to tell her what she did wrong. That
wasn't exactly helping things.
     
                “I shall be following your instruction on these
proceedings, Anne Claire,” Faer said when she hadn't started yet. She blinked
in surprise. “As I have said, I have exhausted any possibility that came to
mind when it came to testing. Even the thought to clone organs for testing had
not occurred to me. So you lead, and I will follow.” Though it made sense, the
feeling of being the leader of the two of them in the lab was still strange to
her. All the same, she cracked her knuckles – a move that positively puzzled
Faer – and began their noble work.
     
                It was surprisingly easy to lapse into a
comfortable working relationship with Faer, to let her old lab habits keep her
going in this new and strange place. Their conversations were kind but
professional, though she couldn't help but notice the extra warmth behind every
word, every action as they began their tests. To Anne Claire, the most logical
first organ to test was the colon – it was the organ most affected by the
sickness, so it was best to understand both how and why it was being targeted.
It would, at the very least, allow for them to definitively gather a sample of
the growths themselves from a guaranteed source.
     
                All of the symptoms that she found, if she were
diagnosing a human, would point to cancer of the colon. What she was hoping for
was to recreate the exact conditions of a cancerous cell reacting in the way that
it would back on Earth. If it did that, she could, theoretically, generate a
cure in the same way that she did back home and use the knowledge that she
gained here to duplicate the results. That was what she was hoping for: a
relatively straightforward solution that was presented to her because of the
analogous nature of the Hakimme organs compared to humans. Though the rest of
the body surrounding the primary organs of the Hakimme were vastly different,
and they had additional organs that did things humans were unable to do, their
primary organs were an almost one – to – one comparison to that of humans, an
advantage that Anne Claire wanted to take advantage of as much as she possibly
could.
     
                “I have isolated a strain of the illness, as you
asked,” Faer said, breaking the companionable silence they had fallen in. She
turned to face them, pleased with the vial that held the sample that they had
managed to take from the synthesized organs. She had to refrain from hopping in
place; she was, first and foremost, a professional, after all.
     
                “Excellent!” She beamed. “We'll inject it into
colon sample three, and then test its reactions to the outside environment.”
     
                “I confess, I do now know what that would
accomplish, Anne Claire...” Faer frowned.
     
                “Your people know me for curing a horrific
illness on my home world, correct?” They nodded. “The symptoms your people are
experiencing are very similar to a variant of that illness back on Earth. If I
can recreate its reactions to outside stimuli, I'll know how