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Hanging by a thread

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“For long days Braedan drifted in and out of consciousness, his body raging with fever as the infection from his wounds and injuries took its toll, yet whenever he emerged from the fevered dilirium he always saw her face hovering over him. She bathed his wounds using her skill as healer and her precious water ration to soothe the damage inflicted on his skin by the “b’Hak Shayti” sandstorm. Had the laser blast been a direct hit to his chest, he would have died instantly, but the bolt had ricocheted off a nearby boulder losing most of its power before slicing deep into his ribcage. Malena’s crude but effective surgery had ensured that the bleeding had mostly stopped but he was weak from exposure to the harsh Wesdraken elements.”