Chapter 10: Rehab

Wes woke on the cold tiles of the temple.

The goddess with no face stood over him, and the chipped mug was back on the altar.

He sat up.

His legs moved.

He looked down at them, in his own trousers and his own boots.

He pulled one knee to his chest and put his hand over his mouth.

"Wes," Sera said gently.

"I can walk here."

"Yes."

"I can't feel anything in my real legs. The nurse said it's too early to know."

"I know."

He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes.

Gravel jumped up and put both front paws on his chest, and Wes held on to him.

"How long have I been out?" he asked, when he could.

"Three days, your time."

"That's four days to launch."

"Yes."

"Locke set the session. He had me put under with the logout off. He had his men hurt me and then paid for the bed."

"I heard," Sera said, very quietly.

Wes looked up at the statue.

"You heard what?"

"The rig sends me what it can. Your pulse. Your breathing. When the men pushed you, I felt it."

"You felt it."

"I felt something," she said carefully. "That's all I can say right now. Please believe I'd say more if I could."

He did not understand her.

But her voice was low and tired, and he did not ask again.

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