““Watching a patient die of Iasc would have been horrible,” Tiana said. “Yes.” Artemisia squeezed the towel harder. It reminded her that her pillow was in her duffle. A pillow that would smell of TQ and decontamination and the ozone of tech forcefields and maybe even a trace of Garrett. She should never have taken her own pillow. Why had she done that? Because she’d wanted something of comfort from home and hadn’t realized it would soak up new memories. She’d already put the silver c...oins Garrett had given her in her jewelry box. At least they’d be out of sight. Then the main Healing pool was before them, huge with curving bays. Sparkling blue, even in the late evening. A sigh sifted from her lips as relief trickled through her. Another true blessing at the end of the day. She and Tiana shucked their clothes and slipped into the indentation of the pool that faced the gate to the northeast.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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