The Mission - Part II



It had been several hours since anyone had checked on Brian, and Anakata, not sure if she liked Bob or not, but starting to feel that she didn't, decided to drop by the unconscious refugee. Her unconscious mind must be on a weirdness spree, she thought, and hoped that it would resume normal behavior soon.

Brian had suffered tremendously, it appeared. He had been given absurdly uncomfortable clothes which had chafed his skin, rubbing him raw. Someone had been rubbing cayenne pepper into his skin, leaving him with a nasty rash all over his body, and he had not eaten for at least a week. There had been no food on the lifeboat.

After a brief exchange with Neil, she entered sickbay, where Brian lay sleeping, IV dripping slowly into his left arm. He was covered by a silk sheet and a Yoda Jedi Master blanket. Anakata and Nick had carefully applied an antibiotic, anesthetic, regenerative ointment to his skin, which, she knew, would clear up his terrible, blistering rash in only a day or two, especially once they got him proper clothing.

Brian shifted under the covers and moaned gruffly. His eyes fluttered uncertainly, then closed again.

No pain, he thought, no pain. I feel good.

The sheets slid sensually around his body, and they felt...

GOOD!?

Brian sat bolt upright in the bed and stared about him in horror. He leapt to his feet, inadvertently ripping the IV from his arm, and threw the sheet to the floor in disgust.

"What manner of vile hedonistic..." he began, then noticed Anakata, who looked at him with a mixture of mild amusement and milder concern. Then he looked at his erection and reddened. He snatched the sheet off the floor and wrapped it around his waist, grimacing with unwanted pleasure.

"You!" he shouted at Anakata. "Temptress! What have you done to my clothes? Have you no shame? Can your type not even keep your filthy sexual practices off the body of a Holy Man?"

"Try the closet," Anakata suggested, and Neil let her out without a fight.

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