She stepped directly into the shaft of moonlight coming through the window, a soft smile bowing her lips, and Jason realized he was smiling back. His head felt heavy, and his eyes as if they were ricocheting in his sockets. What kind of drugs are they giving me?
"How are you feeling?" she asked again.
Either the drugs were fuddling with his head, or she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen…or, at least, could remember seeing.
Nope.
Definitely the most beautiful…memory or not.
Her eyes were a pale blue, so pale they looked like pools of mercury in the moonlight. She wore a white doctor's lab coat, but enough of her shape peeked out through the open front that he found himself wishing she'd take it off and let him get a good view.
"Excuse me, Lieutenant?" she said, leaning over a little bit.
He blinked, running the tip of his tongue over his lower lip. "What?"
"You said something…I think about my jacket."
Jason shook his head. "Um, nothing. I feel like I've been dropped from a glider at Mach two-hundred."
She took a handheld reader from the large pocket of her jacket, flipping it on with a musical twitter. Jason stayed still, fighting the surge of anxiety that burned in his throat and pumped adrenaline into his blood as she moved the device over his head and chest. His head told him it was just a handheld. He'd probably seen then a hundred times in his life. But the pathetic, beaten-up and screwed-up part of his brain kept throwing him back to dark places and faceless voices he couldn't pin down or chase away.
"Your heart rate is accelerated. Were you dreaming?"
Yes. "Maybe it's you, Angel."
Her lips turned up in a small, almost unnoticeable smile.
"You gonna tell me your name?"
She swallowed visibly, pushing her hands into her jacket pocket before looking down at him again. "Lilly. Franklin. I'm your doctor."
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