Snippet #2715636

Thank God, Alexei thought as Valoel, Zeke, Viktorya and Aurel gathered around And he felt the someone's hands brush against his body on their way to pull at Victor. They were helping. He couldn't see Victor's face, but he didn't like the feeling he got from the dark openings for his eyes. Every time before, where he believed his life to be in danger, it was impersonal. This, though. This was a calculated decision of whether or not to destroy Alexei, who was now at the mercy of an unpredictable thought process.
Victor spoke again, although it was becoming apparent through his language that it wasn't quite Victor. Insulting humans like Alexei would curse rats wouldn't make sense otherwise. Every moment, he expected Victor to crush him and his superiors, but he never did. He even loosened his grip, enough so for Alexei to begin to breathe. The dizziness and the pressure abated somewhat and he could see Victor's helmet more clearly. His stomach dropped. He hadn't hallucinated the light.
Through the continuation of Victor's monologue, Alexei stayed silent, afraid to make things worse. Next thing he knew, he was flying backwards. His head bounced off of a rough piece of rubble, cutting his scalp. The medic lay there for a little while, catching his breath and regaining his composure. His whole body was shaking. Not wanting to be caught with his pants down, so to speak, he gingerly sat up, watching the proceedings like an injured rabbit staring down a fox.