Page 105 of Heart of the High King
“Yes, that’s definitely going to be a project for us, and we will need to think of something. Along with finding a treatment or cure for those shifters who are intolerant,” Vadimas stated with a glare for Dra’Kaedan.
“Any chance I could contact you should I run into medical issues with no progress on treatments or cures?” Dr. Suricata asked, making her way around the table without getting in the way of the darkfallen to observe the changes happening to Rafe’s body.
“We would absolutely welcome your ideas and suggestions for things,” Severin assured her.”
“Wonderful, thank you,” Dr. Suricata said. “I already know the astounding medicines you’ve supplied to the medical world, Grigori, and there are all the celebrated things the Spectra Wizardry has given us. I think sometimes our progress is stalled by shifters who run most hospitals who often fail to see the full value of sorcery. I wish I could have the entire staff in here watching you essentially bring Rafe back to life.”
“Hey, I’m just glad I didn’t have to actually resurrect him,” Chander remarked. “I love being a necromancer, but there’s a big difference between pulling an unknown soul and having to watch two mates lose one another.”
Another tear slipped down Dra’Kaedan’s cheek. “I can’t stop thinking about how Aleksander’s going to react when he finds out what we’ve done in here.”
“Take a look at this,” Dr. Suricata enthused. “The gray in his hair is turning blue.”
Renny scrambled to his feet next to him, and Dra’Kaedan did the same without disturbing the stream he was still efficiently fueling into his mother. Dra’Kaedan walked over to join Dr. Suricata, and she pulled back the cap Rafe had donned in the operating room. Sure enough, the gray in his hair was as navy as Aleksander’s dragon.
“The scars and wrinkles are nearly gone,” Renny whispered reverently.
“It won’t be long now,” T’Eirick said. “We’re going to be finished soon, and Rafe will get to finally be with Aleksander, unfettered by his physical limitations.”
“Let’s just hope he’s not pissed that I okayed that blood transfusion,” Dr. Suricata said. She smiled and lifted her shoulders in a tiny shrug. “He was right on the cusp. I had two choices. I could’ve stopped the procedure and allowed his body to replenish it on his own. However, I decided it would be better for his overall health if I chose a more aggressive approach. I have no regrets, and he can hate me if he wants but now, he’s going to have a wonderful life, which he greatly deserves.”
“Nice job, Dr. Suricata,” Renny enthused. “How very D’Vaire of you.”
“We’re nearly done,” Saura remarked, her voice heavy with fatigue.
“Thank Fate, we’re going to run out of magic soon,” Dra’Kaedan told her. “And his swelling is still increasing.”
There was a knock at the door, and a nurse walked in holding a fresh bag of Aleksander’s blood.
“And here’s our mighty dragon helper now,” Dr. Suricata said, snagging it and attaching it to Rafe’s IV. “This should help with the swelling and give us that last push toward the finish line. And, if anyone asks me in the future, I’m going to tell them that nothing in this world compares to the people of D’Vaire.”
“We couldn’t ask for a finer compliment,” T’Eirick told her. “And you kept Rafe alive and got him to his feet when it should’ve been impossible.”
“It didn’t surprise me when I found out he was a High King. There’s no doubt in my mind that Fate picked well for such a distinguished title.”
“Yeah,” Dra’Kaedan said with a watery smile. “I can’t wait for the opportunity to watch our High Kings enjoy their lives together.”
