New Dawn (Divine War Book 1) (4 page)

He pushed his way through the crowded bar, music throbbing in his ears, the shouts and cries of patrons nearly deafening him.
The place is crowded
, he thought,
even more so than on a normal night.
Thrusting himself bodily through the packed dance floor, avoiding swinging arms and kicking legs, he came to Benho's usual small table, reserved and in a quieter corner of the bar. Pulling out a chair, he sat. Only when he was sitting and could see the stage did he realise the reason for the huge number of customers in the Sansoe tonight.

A local band was playing fast, high-energy music that made Maicee's insides jump up and down. That was nothing new, though—what was special was the band's new lead singer. Lucia Dolean. Rumoured to be the most beautiful woman on Carooine, with a voice that could charm angels from the skies. She was beautiful, Maicee had to admit, with long red hair and flashing green eyes that seemed to stare into people's souls. And the delicate lilt to her voice was quite charming, he supposed, though it was probably just her accent, since she originally came from Francea.

He sat back in his chair. Maybe this could work. Maybe between the charming sounds of Lucia and the sweet siren song of alcohol, he could forget this day. Forget because he was almost sure that he'd failed his examination.

Gods. He put his elbows on the table, his head in his hands. What the hell had happened there? That voice. Was he crazy? It could be stress, and yet, the voice had seemed so real, so present, and the pleading had sent shivers down his spine. It had been real—he just knew it had.

“Enjoying the view?” Benho said, grinning and grabbing a chair of his own.

Maicee grunted and looked at the chronos on his wrist. “About time you showed up. I was about to leave.”

“Sorry, I had to take care of a couple of things before I left,” Benho said with a shrug.

Maicee could guess what those couple of things were and wondered if he knew whichever girl it was whom Benho had been courting.

“Drinks are on me,” Benho said placatingly and started to scan the room for a waitress. “Sa-li!” he shouted, spotting a familiar face. “Over here!”

The young waitress saw him, smiled, and nodded, finishing the order that she was taking before coming to their table.

“Back again like a bad penny,” Sa-li said, but she was smiling at Benho. “Need a little something to help you celebrate?”

“Celebrate?” asked Maicee, suspiciously. “Have you heard something, Sa-li?”

The girl pouted her lips. “Only that you two were the only ones who didn't actually kill their mannequins.”

Maicee groaned and sat back. “Not for lack of trying,” he said.

“So, what'll it be, boys?”

“Two Duc'Blancs, neat,” said Benho immediately.

“Not for me. I'll take the usual, a S'wae with ice,” Maicee said.

“That's a girl's drink,” protested Benho. “Come on, we're celebrating.”

“And I'd like to keep my liver intact. A S'wae on ice.”

“Fine,” said Benho, seeing the little lines that formed around Maicee's eyes when he wasn't to be argued with.

He watched the slim hips of the waitress sway beneath her short skirt as she walked away to fetch their drinks, knowing full well that the girl would be in his bed tonight. And Sa-li was very talented indeed, as he well knew, having lain with her on more than one occasion. He grinned to himself, then turned back to his morose-looking friend.

“You know, I could get you a chat with Lucia, if you want,” he offered. “You might be able to lose your virginity at last and forget about that exam both at the same time.”

Maicee raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“You should start exercising a bit, maybe,” continued Benho, conversationally. “I mean, you're so naturally slim, and with that and your pretty little face, you might be sending out the wrong signals. You know?”

Again, Maicee remained silent, knowing better than to respond to what was rapidly becoming teasing on Benho's part. He knew his friend was just trying to goad him into reacting.

“Or are you?” asked Benho. “I don't mind at all if you're gay. Are you?”

Maicee sighed and stared at Benho, who relented.

“Fine,” said the dark-haired man.

He'd only been trying to lighten the mood, but it obviously wasn't working. He might as well just cut to the chase and talk to Maicee about what he was obviously brooding about.

“Spill it, then,” Benho said. “What the hell happened in there? How the hell did you cut into the colon of a patient?”

Maicee thought there was little point in dancing around the issue. Especially not with Benho, who would be the first to see that he was lying. “I heard a voice during surgery.”

He winced a little as he remembered the pitiful words, then the foul smell of colonic matter splashing onto his mask.

“So you're hearing voices?” Benho asked, laughing. “You know, I can get you a mentalist if you like. I hear that schizophrenia is very easily treated these days. Although...” He paused for a second as if thinking. “I hear that having sex helps too.”

“Look, do you want me to talk to you about this or not?” asked Maicee, sharply. “Would you prefer to be drinking here alone?”

Benho's deep, dark eyes narrowed. “You're serious? Really?”

Maicee nodded. “I heard a soft voice pleading for help.”

“And nicked that big, fat colon because you were distracted,” said Benho, shaking his head in disbelief.

“I know, I don't believe it either. And I don't know what to do,” said Maicee, sadly.

“You really heard something?” Benho asked curiously, leaning forward to study his friend's face.

Maicee nodded. “And it was so real. I felt like I really needed to help her, whoever she is.”

Benho's face lit up with interest. “A woman, eh? A damsel in distress.”

He looked at Maicee's pale, thin face and saw that his friend was truly worried.

“Look, Maicee, whoever she is, whatever she needs, I don't see any way of finding her, at least right now. So why don't you try and put it out of your mind, enjoy the evening, and wait and see what tomorrow brings? The examiners aren't unreasonable. And if what Sa-li says is true, and we're the only two trainees who didn't kill our patients, then we've got to be in with a chance.”

At that moment, Sa-li arrived and placed glasses in front of both of them. Two each.

“One on the house,” she said. “In celebration of the two of you passing your exams.”

She gave Benho a promising wink and went on her way.

Maicee didn't know if he really deserved the free drink, but he drank it anyway. And after a while he found that the sweet alcohol was soothing his mind and that he could, just for a little time, relax. Benho was right. There was nothing he could do right now that would change anything.
Besides
, he thought philosophically,
if I’m going crazy, I’ll still be going crazy tomorrow and can deal with it then.

*

Maicee put his palm on the door scanner and was rewarded by an open front door and then overwhelmed by the smell of charred meat floating through the apartment.

“Kabi! Have you burned dinner again?” he shouted.

He shook his head. Kabi did try his best, and he'd always been there for him. But he wasn't exactly the most domestic of men. How the hell he'd come to be the guardian of a small child was anyone's guess—the only thing Maicee knew was that Kabi wasn't telling.

“I got distracted,” Kabi said, turning from the dining table to see his ward. “You'll understand when you see this.”

Intrigued, Maicee walked over the crackling rush mats to see what Kabi was doing. And when he saw the small bundle, still wrapped in Kabi's brown cloak, he gasped.

“What are you doing with one of these?” he asked.

Gods, he hoped that Kabi hadn't got himself into trouble. He knew that he was looking at a Chamonkey, and he also knew that not only were they an endangered species, but also that no one on Carooine was possibly rich enough to afford such a pet.

“Don't ask me where I got it,” Kabi said firmly. He rubbed a thick hand across the grey stubble on his head and stared down at the little creature on the table.

Maicee bit his tongue. Fine, he wouldn't ask. But he was damned if Kabi was going to keep the thing in here. Whatever dodgy activities his guardian was up to, he wanted no part in them.

“Just tell me whether you think it's going to survive,” Kabi instructed.

And Maicee immediately broke his vow not to get involved. Well, he was only looking, he reasoned as he bent over the creature.

This was bad. “The abdomen is distended; it's got internal injuries,” he said, shaking his head. “I think... no, not again. Gods. This bruise here, I think it indicates a laceration of the liver.”

Gods be damned. Two in one day, seriously? For a second, Maicee looked up at the smoking lamp hanging from the ceiling and cursed whichever God it was that had such a cruel sense of humour.

“Can you save it?” Kabi asked, distracting Maicee from his cursing.

The young surgeon sighed. “Maybe,” he admitted. “I need to take it to the hospital.”

He looked at Kabi and saw the desperation in the man's eyes.
Gods. Okay, okay
. And he felt a soft tingling in his spine, wondered briefly what it was, but then knew that he had to help the animal. He pressed the button on his com device and waited until he was connected to Benho. Ignoring the man's protests, as well as the deep breathing and obvious female giggling, he demanded that Benho meet them at the hospital.

“Theatre three,” he said. “And tell no one.”

Then very, very carefully he wrapped the Chamonkey back up in Kabi's cloak, picked it up, and walked out of the apartment, not even looking to see if his guardian was following.

*

“Seriously? You brought me out here for this?” Benho's voice was muffled by his face screen, his hands busy with the syringe. “Okay, it's under,” he said after a moment. “Where the hell did you get this?”

He looked up over his screen at Maicee, who was putting on gloves. Was his friend in trouble? That would be a first. Usually, Benho was the one getting into trouble and Maicee was the one fishing him out again. And he'd be in trouble with Sa-li if he didn't get home in the next hour or so. What a night to choose for an adventure.

Maicee snapped his gloves on and then bent over the table. “I'll need a scalpel. I'm going in. Monitor the vital signs and don't fall asleep.”

He ignored Benho's previous question, concentrating on the task at hand. Slight pressure, a little more, and then blood began to ooze from the incision. Calmed by the familiarity of routine, he demanded suction and a retractor.

“Yay, now I'm a scrub nurse and an anaesthetist,” Benho grumbled, handing over the instruments.

Maicee ignored him as he widened his incision and Benho's suction allowed him to see what he was dealing with. Okay, it looked good. There was definitely a liver laceration, but he could see nothing else. He took a deep breath and picked up the stitch he needed to close the small cut on the tiny liver. And then his hand began to shake.

Benho saw immediately what was happening. “You can do this, Maicee,” he said quietly.

Nodding, Maicee took another deep breath, steadied his hand, and placed the stitch. He cleaned the area around the wound as best he could and was reaching for the sutures to close the creature's abdomen when he heard the voice again.

“Thank you,” it said, the same tones as before, though a little stronger now, maybe. “Thank you.”

He looked up instantly, but no one was there. Just Benho, dozing off on his anaesthetist's stool. He kicked the stool, jolting Benho awake.

“Did you hear that?” he asked.

Benho's eyes were already beginning to close again. “You hearing voices again?” he slurred. “Wake me up when you've closed...” And a soft snore signalled that he'd dropped off into sleep once more.

Frowning and trying very hard to focus, Maicee closed his incisions, and once he was satisfied, he kicked Benho's stool again.

“Wake him up. I'm going to clean up.”

Working quickly, he took off his operating robe and gloves and began clearing away any evidence that they'd been in the theatre. It was likely that no one would notice—they were both trainees with full privileges to be here and could have been studying a dissection, but he didn't want any awkward questions.

He was just slinging the rest of the waste into the medical furnace trap when Benho wheeled the little Chamonkey out of the theatre.

“All good here,” he said. “What do you want me to do with it?”

Maicee could see that the creature was sleeping a natural sleep now and nodded. “I'll take care of things from here,” he said. “You go home and get some sleep. Looks like you could use it.”

Benho yawned, then grinned. “Not sure much sleep will be on the agenda, but I'll head home anyway. See you tomorrow at the presentation.”

He waved over his shoulder as he was leaving, and Maicee shuddered at the thought of the exam results being presented in just a few hours. To his surprise, he'd forgotten all about his exam whilst in the theatre. Gently, he picked up the sleeping Chamonkey, stroking its soft grey fur. And again he had that little tingle in his spine.

“You,” he said with wonder. “It was you talking to me, wasn't it?”

The Chamonkey snuffled in his sleep, but the voice didn't appear again. Maicee shook his head. He really was going crazy now, talking to a Chamonkey. Maybe he should see the mentalist Benho had recommended.

Sighing, he wrapped the creature in a hospital blanket before hiding it inside his robe and leaving the hospital. Walking down the hospital steps, he felt the first gentle rays of the first Archeonisean sun rising. A new dawn. And by the end of today, he'd know what his fate was going to be. He swallowed, patted the little Chamonkey, and began the walk home.

M
aicee yawned as he slid
into his seat in the auditorium next to Benho. He'd managed to grab a couple of hours’ sleep, and looking at his friend, he guessed that was more than Benho had had.

“You and your night-time adventures,” Benho grumbled, rubbing his tired eyes. “I'm exhausted.”