Kidnapped (Predator Fanfiction) -Major Editing-

Chapter Thirty-Six

Kweide

 "Kweide?"

The Yautja had been quietly pacing the medical corridor, Skylar was asleep and tucked up into his chest as he held her, until Lar'ja-thwei's voice broke his silent concentration. He stopped his walking and looked up at the medic.

"Kayla is stable-"

There was a noticeable release of tension from Kweide as his masked face turned to look downwards at the sleeping human in his arms. Her face was far more peaceful than it had been in the last several hours since those metal doors had closed them out of the medical bay and blocked her from her friend's side.

"-but you both will be unable to see her for the next several rotations. I'm keeping her in quarantine for her protection and everyone else. H'chakde will be with her, so she will not be alone." Lar'ja-thwei walked forward and gestured to see Skylar. "Does she need anything?"

"Disinfectant," Kweide rolled Skylar's injured leg and hand into view.

She winced in her sleep but otherwise didn't make any complaints as Lar'ja-thwei inspected the wounds. "Very well, keep it clean and let her rest. She'll be perfectly fine. I'll get the jar and wraps for her wounds" He left them in the hallway.

Kweide leaned against the corridor wall, his muscles were beginning to quiver from use but he chose to focus on the distraction the pain brought instead of waking and putting Skylar down. Anything would be better than having to witness her tears again. They always made his chest ache and those tears of hers were unsolvable. 

When Kayla had disappeared from their view he saw Skylar's hands rest in her hair, tugging and pulling at the dark colored strands until all at once they escaped that yellow band that confined them and it fell to the floor. The moment she had lifted that broken yellow band, a hair tie she had once called it, she burst into tears and looked at him desperately.

Those tears that poured from her eyes in rivulets left Kweide reeling, he couldn't kill her pain to stop them, he couldn't fight it. There was just nothing he could do that he knew how to do right. All she had ever taught him about her tears meant that he needed to hold her until they ran dry. So he did. And he would continue to do so if she woke and they were replenished again.

His clawed fingers gently caressed the waves of her hair. Yes, he'd hold her until she felt better. Kweide let his mind focus on her until Lar'ja-thwei returned and sent him on his way. He did his best to keep his head held high and his shoulders back as he passed any Yautja on the ship. They gave odd looks, of course they would, but when they noticed the human in question their tunes changed from perplexed to intrigued. Kweide didn't like that.

The less Yautja that noticed Skylar the safer she'd be. She was becoming popular amongst the unblooded and the older warriors because they were the kind most open to her. The older already knew the skill of humans and the youngest, although quickest to temper, were also the easiest to impress. It was the ones too old to be easily swayed and too young to know humbleness that were still a threat. There were quite a few of those.

He adjusted her slightly and passed them around the curve of the hall and into his own room. Inside, he set her down on the bed and set the medical supplies next to her, he could clean her now but why wake her while she got her much needed rest? Instead he mulled over an idea that he hoped she would like. With a satisfied click he left her, hoping he'd be finished by the time she awoke.

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