Page 21 of Bitten in the Wild

“I’m not having this debate again, mate,”I sighed.“You did not poison me.”

“You’re a doctor. You should know it makes you and the other townies see things because your bodies can’t process it correctly.”

“I do, but you didn’t poison me.”

“I thought you weren’t having this debate again,”Nycto said and snorted out a ring of smoke from his giant, scaled nose.

“I’m about to win it.”

“What? Gonna bite me?”

“Later, yeah, probably, but no, I poisoned myself. I cut the pizza. I put it on my plate, and I ate it. There. I poisoned me.”

“But I put it out there and cooked it and ---”

“Can we let it go? I’m not mad. I wasn’t even mad when it happened, and I don’t want you to spend the next century feeling bad about it.”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment and then started toward the ground. I scanned over our mating link and it was histurn to feel sick. Sick and confused. Gulping down a huff of air, I followed him toward the ground. He landed before me and was in his human form heading toward the bushes before my claws ever touched the ground. Without our mating link I may have thought he was playing a game of chase.

Then came the retching.

“Egg,”my dragon chimed into my thoughts.

Morning sickness was hit or miss with egg pregnancies, but my inner beast was probably right. I shifted back and followed him into the bushes. He held up a hand backwards, but I took it and turned his arm the right way around. I worked in medicine long enough that a little vomit didn’t even begin to phase me.

Waj stood on his back legs watching everything unfold. He rested one hand on his little head as if he wasn’t sure what to do.

“He’ll be okay, Waj,” I managed a smile for him despite how worried Nycto smelled.

“Is this stress?” Nycto asked.

“It could be,” I said slowly. “Or it could be morning sickness.”

“It’s not morning, though. Well, it’s not right when I woke up anyway.”

“Morning sickness is a misnomer. It can happen at any time, day or night.”

“I have some morning sickness gummies back in the clinic on the ship. Brought them in case someone got seasick in space.”

“That sounds like a horrible book: Seasick in Space,” he laughed and then instantly screwed up his face in regret.

“Okay. Can you sit down?” I asked.

He reached out for my hand and I took it to steady him. We walked several yards away from where he was last sick. I found a nice flat rock and helped him sit down.

“I’m going to have someone bring the gummies out, okay?”

“Will they be okay if I do have an egg?” he asked, glancing down at his flat, naked stomach.

“Yes. They’re similar to what the Starscale healers use for morning sickness here. It was one of the first things the first group of healers I met here asked me about. They make it a syrup instead of a gummy, though. Tastes like cherries and some other fruit.”

“You took pregnant medicine?” he arched a brow.

“Well, it’s actually an anti-nausea med that’s safe for pregnant people, but yes,” I nodded.

“Do you think someone from your crew would fly all the way out here just for this?” he blinked at me.

“You’re a Starscale. They bring you out food when you don’t use your points. I’m surprised you’d ask me that.”

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