Pain like this should be illegal.
Every inch of Dron's body hurt.
He stayed as still as he could while the transport was moving. It dawned on him that a few times he fell in and out of consciousness. Not for very long, just for a few moments, but it was always enough to get his heart pumping with worry.
The blade that sliced his arm must have had some sort of long-term poisonous serum on it. The cut wasn't very deep, but it pulsed in agony with every beat of his heart.
He worried that he'd pass out and not wake up. The only thing keeping him tethered to this world right now was that every time he opened his eyes, Tempest was there watching him. Fussing over him. Making sure that he was comfortable.
He had to pull through this for her.
