Chapter 361: We're Going to Have a Problem

It felt like a century later when Viglar straightened. "He will recover. You may take him home, but he is to stay in bed for two days. Now go away, tell me when we go to torture the woumbers on that farm."

"I'll help as well," Madison said. She winked at Susannah, and she knew the redhead was just teasing Viglar. Madison was much braver than Susannah could hope to be. Never would she dare tease that surly alien.

"You will stay at the hospital," Viglar said, as if they discussed the weather.

Through the whole process, Noah had been relaxed, and he'd reach out as if to touch Viglar eve-ry now and then. Susannah would've been jealous if he hadn't clung to her hand and kept check-ing that she didn't leave.

Azagor stepped forward, and Susannah quickly picked up her son. "I'll carry him." Never again would he leave her sight. Azagor didn't insist, merely walked close to her. They left the infirma-ry, and Larz and Zorlof stood outside.