Xenomorph

Seen - Caught

He hadn't properly examined Gavin since his return, but he certainly seemed to be in a lot of pain. Tiny returned to his extraction model before slinking through the vents quietly and slipping into Gavin's bedroom. The swish of the rain against the glass and the rolling thunder helped to disguise his entrance as he dropped smoothly from the vent. He moved slowly, blending into the shadows with his black casing. He was cautious as he scanned Gavin's vitals to ensure he was sleeping peacefully. His heart rate and breathing pattern both confirmed that he was. The extraction model stood to his full two metre height and gently placed his smaller form on the other side of the bed. He needed space to work.

He slowly tugged the covers away. Since it was still hot, Gavin had only worn boxers and a T-shirt to bed. This worked out well for the extraction model. His claws weren't exactly made with clothing removal in mind. There was always a risk that he'd shred the light material by accident. Luckily, the damage was all in Gavin's torso this time, so he didn't actually need to fully remove the boxers or T-shirt. Since he was there, he carefully examined Gavin's legs. His chest cavity ached as he noted the wasted muscles. His legs had once been so strong and powerful. Now, they were so much thinner and weaker.

The same was true of his arms. His flesh was far softer than it had been before with his regular workouts. The muscles in his upper arms had shrivelled to almost nothing. It was just soft flesh. His bones were also more obvious, especially his wrists and around his collarbone. The notch at his throat was far more prominent than before, creating a hollow dip in his throat. His cheeks were also somewhat gaunt, especially since Chloe had helped him trim back the lengthy stubble earlier. His hair was still longer than before, though the extraction model didn't entirely disapprove. It was soft and carried the scent of his shampoo.

The extraction model was careful as he climbed onto the bed. He had to avoid Gavin's legs. One rested straight, while the other bent outwards at the knee, leaving his thighs half open. That was less than ideal. He'd have to straddle one thigh in order not to move him too much. He didn't want to accidentally wake him. The only comfort he had was that Gavin would remain on his back, unable to roll over due to the pain and the pillows propping him up. The extraction model raised his tail and coiled it at his side as he crawled into place.

He was slow and gentle as he used one clawed hand to tug and tease the material of his T-shirt higher. It was important to work slowly. The smallest of tugs could jostle Gavin's wounds and wake him. He was sleeping soundly enough, and the drugs were fresh enough that he was so far undisturbed. His ravaged flesh was slowly revealed. The edge of the ugly bullet wound almost seemed cauterised. It was red and uneven, like the edge of a crater. The wound itself was very much like a crater.

The surgical scar wasn't quite the same, but it was a long, angry red groove. His skin had knitted back together, but still looked tender. The extraction model revealed the full extent of the damage as he eased Gavin's boxers further down, right to the line of dark curls, and examined the freshest scar. The one from the catheter. It had started to heal nicely. The small hole had scabbed over and showed no sign of infection. The extraction model intended to keep it that way.

He was lucky that he'd been designed for a diverse range of missions. Espionage, assassinations, extractions, and rescue operations. That required him to be extremely resourceful. It had also led to Elijah including several less common features in his design. He could create and excrete numerous poisons and venoms, as well as emergency medicines. He had a powerful antiseptic salve, as well as an advanced wound healing medication. It wasn't a miracle drug that would heal his wounds in an instant. However, it would aid the flesh in knitting back together better than most over-the-counter salves.

The extraction model started with the antiseptic. It filled his saliva glands and gradually flowed over his long tongue. He was slow and tentative as he opened his mouth and lowered his tongue to lick Gavin's tender flesh. His touch was light at first, keeping him alert for any sign of Gavin stirring. He lathered the bullet wound first, swirling the tip of his tongue in the crater before dragging it down the long slice on his abdomen. The only time Gavin twitched was as he moved to tease the freshest wound, but even then, he didn't wake up. The discomfort was to be expected, and the extraction model lingered as little as possible.