She looked him over and gestured at her blood on his robe.
"You thought I was dead," she said.
"You were dead!"
“Close... but my medicloud knows what it's doing," she said proudly. "You saved me. You fixed my cloud."
"I didn't do anything," he said honestly.
"Your medicloud must’ve rebooted mine. Did you see any reactivation alert on your eyescreens?" she asked. "Or feel any sort of buzzing when you got close to my 'corpse'?”
That’s what that electrical shock had been, Daniel thought. He had thought it was just fear.
A reboot ... Daniel thought. That explained why her leg was healing so slowly. Her cloud was still warming up.
Relieved, he gripped her tighter. But not too tight.
“I love you,” Daniel said.
So much for the suave line you had planned, he thought, and said, “I love you so much.”
Jeska was taken aback. She knew he cared about her … but he’d never said the l-word before.
“And it’s nice to see you too, Daniel,” she joked, feeling guiltier than ever. “Now let’s shard off before something worse happens.”
She started limping toward the aft of the Afterthought, the site of its main airlock.
But she had trouble moving – Daniel was still holding her.
He didn’t want to let her go. He wouldn’t let her go.
Never let go, he thought.
“Daniel!” she yelled.
“Sorry. Caught up in the moment.”
“You smell like death.”
“And you look great.”
“You look pretty good too,” she said and she meant it. Even though he had green ooze dripping from his hair, he still had that sort of … dusty charm.