Her scars!
“What are you looking at?” she asked quickly.
“Your incisions. They’re healing well.”
But my scars...Clara gulped. “That's good.”
He met her eyes as he pulled down her shift and covered her back up. Everything he did was professional but somehow it felt extremely intimate and personal. If she could think properly, she knew her body would be flushed and her face would blush, and blushes never looked good on her. “When can I move again?”
“A day, maybe less.”
“So soon?”
“You had a multimillion-dollar procedure done by two machines that cost half a billion. Yes, by this time tomorrow you could run a marathon.”
Clara settled back, allowing her body to relax. “I like that. And having babies?”
His eyes hooded and she didn't know why. He danced between hot and cold one minute, a doctor the next, and a caring individual third.
“You could do that too tomorrow but I'd give it a couple more days,” he leveled and turned away. She watched him peel off his latex gloves and throw them in the biohazard trash.
“I'd like to try as soon as possible.”
He pulled off his lab coat, his movements restrained yet taut. “Tomorrow then,” he said, voice cold.
She didn't let it bother her. Instead, leaned her head up to look down at her body and smiled. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome.”
Reid turned away from her, looking at something she couldn't see. Her eyes roved over his back, his butt and his wide stance. He looked like a soldier, a commander, a man who had an army at his beck and call.
She could imagine the beautiful outline of his muscles underneath his clothes, his tight skin, unmarked by human imperfection, powerful beyond belief. If she hadn't so recently sworn off men, she would've appreciated the commanding presence he exhibited, but now it served as merely a test of self-discipline and preservation.
Maybe he didn’t count.After all, Reid isn’t technically a man. Why does he have to be so damn attractive?she humphed to herself and looked up at the ceiling. The silence lingered and the pleasure faded. Every new moment that passed only made her more tired and irritable.
“Dr. Reid?”
“Yes?”
“How long have I been out... Under? I must've been asleep for the past decade.”
“A little less than a day. The cybernetics can take a toll on one's body especially if you're not used to it. I kept you under to give you the extra rest.”
“Oh.” She processed his words and allowed them to sink again, but her mind was still on the edge of muddied and incoherent. If someone were to tell her dragons were real right now she would probably believe them. Fervently. Something was off... Her moods swung back and forth like a pendulum. “Where's all the blood?”
I'm so full of questions!She felt like a kid again.
Her vision swirled.
“The pod uses varying degrees of lasers when it comes to surgery. So do I. Your bedding remains clean.”
His answer didn't answer much. Her eyes wavered back and forth across the stark room and she could've sworn she saw a dragon gliding lazily back and forth, taunting her like Reid’s deep voice had.
“I don't like blood.”
“Not many people do.”
“Do you?” She gave up on the dragon.
