Arctic Rising by Tobias S. Buckell Page B

flicked over her, taking in the bruises. He took her hands in his, examining her torn-up knuckles.
    Then he was looking at the scrapes on her thighs. Had her breathe in and out while he listened, ear flat against her back, then her chest.
    She hissed when he pushed at her ribs, one by one.
    He leaned back. “Bike accident, then a fight?”
    Anika nodded.
    “I’d hate to see the other girl,” he said.
    She didn’t bother correcting the automatic assumption in his statement, but she saw Chernov quirk an uncharacteristic smile.
    Edward focused on the marks on her neck. “Someone tried to strangle you, too.” He frowned. “This wasn’t a bar fight, was it?”
    “No.” Anika rubbed her neck.
    Edward’s demeanor shifted. “Listen, if this is domestic abuse, you need to report it.”
    “It wasn’t domestic abuse,” Anika said. She swam in a world of near sleep due to the painkillers. She wished Edward would hurry up.
    Edward didn’t believe her, but turned his attention back to her ribs. “I don’t think anything’s broken. Bruising, strains, maybe a slightly cracked rib—either way the advice is the same. I’d take it easy. Get to a doctor as soon as you can, get some X-rays. What painkillers do you have, Violet?”
    Vy rattled a fluid list of names and finished with, “She’s already had some oxycodone.”
    “That’s more than necessary. Make she sure takes something anti-inflammatory as well. Ice the ribs. Rest. Above all, she needs to take it easy. The abrasions aren’t too bad, I can clean them off. Get some antibiotic cream on them. If there’s anything too deep, bandage it. I don’t see anything that needs stitches.”
    “So she’s okay?” Vy asked.
    “She’s going to hurt tomorrow, but yes, she seems okay. But she really, really needs to visit a real doctor. Understand?”
    “We’ll clean her up.” Vy nodded at Chernov, who grabbed Edward’s shoulder.
    “Time for us to leave,” Chernov said, and led Edward out.
    The door closed, and Anika heard Vy moving about. But the sludge of painkillers and exhaustion spun the room slowly around her. Anika lay back into the folds of the couch, sinking further and further into it.
    Vy crouched next to her, whispering into her ear. Light glinted from a pair of scissors. “You know you’re in a safe place, right?”
    Anika nodded.
    “Good.”
    Vy’s hands slid down the sides of Anika’s leathers, and then she started snipping them with the scissors, avoiding the road injuries, carefully pulling strips of cloth away as Anika fought sleep.
    In brief snatches of lucidity, she summarized everything that had happened, unsure how much it was making sense. “I have to get to Greenland,” she said. “I have to find Braffit.”
    “Okay,” Vy said. “But for now, just rest.”
    Anika’s legs and forearms had been cleaned up, slathered in antibiotic cream. She realized, suddenly shocked, that her jeans had been entirely cut away. But even as she realized that, and looked for the energy to object, Vy draped a large, soft blanket on her.
    *   *   *
    Anika woke up and found Chernov sitting in a chair by the door watching a movie on his phone with earphones turned up loud enough she could hear mosquito-like explosions and screaming.
    He saw her moving and turned it off. “ Dobry ’veche ,” he said.
    “What?” Anika fumbled around, and Chernov rushed forward, handing her a handful pills and a bottle of water.
    “Here is more oxy,” he said, “and for inflammation, take as well.”
    Anika downed everything, wrapped the blanket around her, and limped toward a door in the back behind the desk. She needed to pee so badly. “Please, is that a bathroom?”
    Chernov nodded.
    After washing her hands, Anika filled the sink and plunged her face in. Invigorating. But mostly painful.
    She dried herself off with a wad of paper towels, and found that Vy waited for her outside when she opened the door.
    “You may not remember, but we had quite a chat