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stomach with fluid and regurgitating the precious, life-saving liquid. She had objected to not being able to drink her fill rather loudly and violently. Dreab had ended up on the floor, holding his testicles, nausea roiling in his stomach from the pain inflicted by their delirious mate. Her feet were absolutely lethal. Dreab had ended up needing the healing gel on his balls.
    Erup was back in the room, with the healer following. The healer took one look at the raging woman and began to back away. Dreab lost his patience.
    “You will assess my woman, Healer, and you will give her something for the fever. She doesn’t even know what she is saying, let alone who we are. The fever has taken her mind. Erup and I will hold her down so you can do your job,” Dreab commanded.
    Dreab lifted Sandi from the cold healing-gel bath and carried her to their large bed. He didn’t bother with a towel this time, knowing it was useless anyway. Sandi screamed in rage again as he and Erup held her down. Dreab took her legs and held them down firmly but was careful not to hurt their woman. Erup moved to the side of the bed, close to her body, pulled her arms up above her head, and held them down to the mattress. The healer assessed Sandi as quickly as possible, but she made it hard for the man as she bucked her body about, screaming profanities.
    The healer took some medicine out of a bag and looked to Dreab for assistance. Dreab sighed again but didn’t say a word. He crawled up over Sandi’s body, being careful of her feet, then used his body weight to hold her bucking torso still. She opened her eyelids to slits, and Dreab could see the glassiness of her eyes as she raged at him. He didn’t take any notice of her. He looked at the healer expectantly.
    “Well, get on with it,” Dreab demanded.
    “Yes, Dreab,” the healer replied.
    Dreab knew their woman scared the shit out of the Healer. He watched as the Healer placed the small tube of medicated fluid to his mate’s mouth and squirted the liquid in then stepped back quickly. Dreab held his mate’s lips closed and pinched her nose between his thumb and finger. Their woman would have to swallow or choke. He watched as the muscles in her throat moved as she swallowed, and then Dreab released his hold on Sandi’s mouth and nose.
    “Thank you, Healer. You may go,” Erup said from the top of the large bed. Dreab held in his laughter as the healer literally ran from the room without a backward glance.
    Dreab was thankful their technology was so much more advanced than Sandi’s planet. Sandi’s eyes closed as she stopped her fighting and raging and slipped into a peaceful slumber for the first time in two days. He moved off of her, kissed her on the forehead, and went to make himself something else to eat. His previous meal hadn’t even been touched and was no doubt cold and unappealing.
    “Come and eat while you can, Erup. She’s resting peacefully now,” Dreab threw over his shoulder as he left the bedroom. He was so tired. All he wanted to do was eat, crawl into bed beside their mate, and sleep.
    Dreab looked up as Erup joined him at the table with a plate of food and a drink of Liquid Fire. He took his own cup of the fermented drink and sighed as it warmed his stomach and eased the tension he had been living with for the past two days. By the time he and Erup had finished their meal and the drink, they were both ready to collapse. Dreab took their dishes to the kitchen and placed them in the dish dispenser then headed to bed. He and Erup crawled in beside Sandi and were asleep seconds later.

Chapter Seven

    Sandi yawned and stretched her sore, aching body. She felt as if she had been hit by a truck. She also felt sick to her stomach, and her throat was sore. She opened her eyes and stared at the white ceiling overhead. She had a very weird dream and couldn’t get the memory of it out of her mind. She remembered crash-landing her ship and being rescued by angel-looking men.