Lyra's grip on his shoulder tightened. "What happened? You need to tell us so we can help prevent it from happening again."
Satou sat up slowly, and both women helped him despite their obvious desire to keep him lying down and resting. Once he was upright, leaning back against the headboard with a pillow behind him, he looked at both of them—really looked at them.
Jessica, with her hair disheveled from worry, purple eyes still wet with tears, hands trembling slightly despite her healer's training. Lyra, normally so composed and controlled, with fear still etched clearly across her beautiful features, her hair falling around her face as she leaned close to him.
These two women had just spent five minutes thinking he might be dying. Watching him convulse and shake and not respond to anything they did. They'd been terrified, and he could still see that terror lingering in their eyes.
