Jasmine paused and took a deep breath before stepping through the infirmary door. No lights flashed. No alarms went off. No one called for her to be detained. The air whooshed out of her as she sagged slightly with relief. Then she noticed Shelley lying on one of the beds. At her side stood a tall, slender man with shaggy dark hair and a goatee. “Hey, are you okay?” Jasmine asked. This was the first time she’d seen Shelley since that awful day in the commander’s dining room. “Yeah.” The petite blonde grimaced as she shifted on the thin mattress. “Monica was just checking me over to make sure the twins are, too.” “Oh my God.” Jasmine stepped up beside her. “I didn’t even think about how being in space might affect the babies.” “They’re kicking my ass from the inside, so I think they’re doing all right. I, on the other hand, am roasting alive on this ship-hole.” Shelley sighed as she wiped sweat off her upper lip. “I had to raise holy hell, but the commander finally brought Mark up.
