The explosion punched my ears. Then-wham-something slammed into my leg like a club. I looked down. Odd. A fur-covered leg twitched on the deck.
"Buddy's hurt " someone shouted. Sergeant Clay?
I wasn't hurt. I tried to stand. Collapsed.
A glance down.
Oh. That leg on the deck? It was mine.
Right. I was hurt. Bad.
A fog crept over my vision. I felt bone-deep exhaustion. The battle noise faded, then surged back.
"Get Buddy out of here " Clay again.
Hands grabbed me. A blanket wrapped tight. My humans laid me in the raft.
Shivering.
So damn cold.
The dull throb in my missing leg bloomed into explosions of pain.
If you start a war to save your planet, you expect casualties.
I just didn't think I'd be one-minus a front leg, thanks to a Reptilian war knife.
But missing a leg was just the start of my troubles.