Surreality (Part 13)

“Heat signatures ahead, heat means people, people mean medics, medics mean the child may live” Minaroro told herself as she ran toward the large grouping of heat signatures ahead of her through the door at the end of the hallway, her mission objective completely forgotten. Minaroro burst through the door at full speed then stopped dead, the room was huge, the palace Minaroro grew up in could have fit in this room at least twenty times over and it was full of people. Minaroro found out later that this was the base commanders wedding, and everyone who was not on guard duty was there. Minaroro stood in awe of the splendor before her, the likes of which she had never seen, then she realized that every eye in the room was on her as was every gun, “This child need medical assistance, is there a doctor here?” Minaroro announced loudly. No one moved, a pin drop would have sounded a kin to a thunderous wave, “Please help her, she is losing blood rapidly” Minaroro repeated louder. An elderly man stood up from his seat and quickly walked toward Minaroro and the child, just before the man reached them another man told him to halt “Don’t get any closer Doc, Draconian soldiers don’t even blink when they kill children, it has to be a trap.” Minaroro moved forward the last few steps between her and the doctor and handed him the child ignoring the sound of the guns clicking into their active settings.
The doctor set to work on the child immediately calling for a med-kit, while Minaroro stood over the doctor unsure of what else to do but wanting to see what the doctor was doing, “Get out of my light! I can’t see the wound” the doctor told Minaroro sharply, Minaroro quickly took a step back “Sorry” Minaroro said quietly.
The soldiers around Minaroro were unsure of how to react to this, the only time they had ever seen a Draconian was when they were in battle with one, and an apologetic one was unheard of, Minaroro was unaware of the soldier’s confusion because her eyes never left the child.