"That wound was serious. Energy weapon, from the looks of it. Burned right through you. You're lucky it missed anything vital, but you still lost a lot of blood."
"How long was I out?" Jorghan asked, his voice rough.
"About six hours. I found you this afternoon."
Grisha moved to a small table, pouring water from a pitcher into a cup.
"I came by your place to see why you hadn't shown up for work. You're never late, never miss a day. So I figured something was wrong."
She helped him drink, supporting his head with surprising gentleness for someone so strong.
"I found your door broken in," Grisha continued, setting the cup aside.
"You were lying in a pool of blood on your floor. Damn near gave me a heart attack. I carried you back here and patched up that shoulder as best I could. You'll have a scar, but you'll live."
"Thank you," Jorghan said sincerely.
