Hello, Mr. Major General (1)

Chapter 5: You Are My Medicine (2)

“That’s just it!” Sweat was spreading over Sandeep’s brow like an oil spill; he was so flustered he was now tripping over his own words. “I’ve tried all the antidotes available, none of
them work! She’s not getting better—in fact, she’s getting worse!”

“Getting worse?” Sidharth was skeptical. “What’s the worst that could happen? This isn’t poison. If we run out of options we’ll just let her shake it off on her own. It’s not as though she’ll die.”

“Shake it off? What do you think she is, one of your Special Ops men?!” Sandeep’s eyes were wide, and his neck was rigid with indignation; in his mind,  Sidharth’s suggestion was completely barbaric.

The soldiers enlisted with the Imperial Military’s Special Operations Forces lived up to their name—they were the
truly exceptional, and the best of the best. Their training was extreme, requiring them to risk their lives, and they did not hesitate to use shady methods that were shunned by
other soldiers.

Poisons, aphrodisiacs, seduction: each and every one of the Special Ops soldiers had experienced them first-hand, and consequently developed the constitution to resist them.

“Well, what’s wrong with that?”  Sidharth gave him a look that was sharp enough to kill.

Sandeep produced a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat off his brow. He mumbled, “But she’s struggling so viciously.Look, she even broke the rope.”

He pointed towards a corner, where a white nylon rope lay, torn in two.

Sidharth glanced at it and said, without missing a beat, “Then give her a sedative. She’ll sleep it off in a day or two.”

It was just an aphrodisiac; nothing he hadn’t seen before.

The Special Operations Forces had to undergo anti-seduction training, and as part of the program they were
required to prove they could resist the effects of sexual stimulants.

The soldiers were given aphrodisiacs, injected in small doses.This allowed them to understand not only how the
drugs worked, but also how to quickly and effectively take the necessary counter-measures.

It was hell to experience, but the effects always went away,
eventually.

Sandeep closed his eyes. “Fine, I’ll give her a sedative. But I’m not taking any chances. I’m hooking her up to a
respirator. I’ll monitor her heart rate and pulse, too.”

Sidharth nodded. “Do it.”

Both men walked over to Sana.

Sidharth sat on the edge of the bed. He gripped Shehnaaz’s shoulder with one hand and held her arm with
another. His grip was as powerful as a metal clamp; Shehnaaz, who had been struggling violently just a moment
ago, suddenly found herself pinned down.

Sandeep immediately found a vein and injected a sedative.

During the injection, Sidharth noticed that Shehnaaz’s struggling was becoming increasingly powerful
and violent.

He hadn’t been using his full strength, as he was afraid of hurting Sana. Now, however, he had no choice but to pour
his entire strength into his grip.

He kept her shoulders pinned in a
death grip, and only let go when Sandeep had finished injecting the sedative.

Shehnaaz’s body convulsed once, then slowly subsided.

Sandeep heaved a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat off his brow, and said sheepishly, “I should have thought of giving her a sedative earlier.”

As he said that, he put an oxygen mask on Shehnaaz and hooked her up to the equipment that would monitor her
heart rate and pulse.