by Melinda Brasher
Dustin staggered into the colony's biolab, eyes bloodshot. He slammed the door switch hard and
watched until it slid shut. "You gotta give me something for this," he moaned, clutching his
"Nauseated?" Elizabeth asked as she settled him onto the exam table.
His glare gave the answer.
"Did you eat something --"
"Not since last night. Can't stand the thought of it."
"And before that?"
"Obviously I ate. But nothing I haven't had before."
"No mushrooms or berries?"
"Just a glass of Mirek's Ale. Two days ago."
"What about meat?"
His face contorted. She barely got him the trash bin before he heaved. Bile. He wiped his mouth
and glared again.
"I can give you some anti-nausea medication, but --"
"Will that make him go away?" Dustin asked, his voice low, earnest.
Dustin lifted a shaking finger to point behind Elizabeth.
She looked over her shoulder at the empty lab. When she turned back to Dustin, his eyes were
fixed on a spot at the base of one of her tables.
"Who are you talking about?" she asked gently.
"You can't see him, can you?"