Colonization: Rising Tensions

Tarian rushed into the infirmary and seized Keldon's hand. "What's his status?" The doctor wrapped his arms around his pad as he sighed. "The odds aren't good." Tarian's brow knotted as he shut his eyes. "Spit it out, Dalton." With another sigh, Dalton dropped the pad onto the bed and nudged Tarian's shoulder. "He's not going to make it." "I want to find whatever did this to him." Tarian rounded the bed and grabbed the doctor's shirt, pulling him onto his toes. "Caleb, what do we know?" "Nothing," Caleb said, pulling Tarian off the doctor. He patted his chest. "Keldon was the only member of his team to survive. And he never told us where they went." He paused, glancing down at the injured man. "Don't forget, the elves are the only reason he's here." Tarian slumped into the nearest chair. "I need answers." "Neither of us has any," Caleb said. A thunderous clap tore through the infirmary as Tarian climbed to his feet. He pulled up right next to the doctor as his lips quivered. "Save his life." Dalton glanced from Tarian to Keldon as he wiped his brow. "I'll do what I can...