My grandparents rarely let anyone beyond certain parts of the ship. There was a cafeteria, in which me and my grandmother would prepare meals for various beings. Below the cafeteria was the pitstops. A place for the ships to refule. We used star essence and crushed up meteors as fuel. It was always interesting, watching different species with different methods of transportation. My grandfather helped out at the pitstop. He was hungry for knowledge even at his old age. Always interested in the strange ships that docked there. Just above the cafeteria was the sleeping bays. Most people slept in their ships while hooked into the docking bay... But some people's ships didn't survive. They stayed in the sleeping bays, resting or tending to wounds until moving on.
We never allowed permanent residents.
Allen stared at me blankly. His large eyes lacking emotions. His breathing imitated a sigh as he got up from his chair. He switched on the auto pilot for the ship before inspecting me throughly.
"How many?" he said coldly.
Eileen couldn't help but smile slightly. All four her fingers traced the wounded area. She carefully pulled out thorns and seeds that wedged themselves into my flesh.
"There was only one sapling..." I spoke in a whisper.
Allen walked out of the room. Off to inspect the damage. Eileen blinked slowly before speaking. I can't remember what she said. I'm sure it was something comforting and she offered some form of sustenance. As she always does.
I felt defeated. I only had minor wounds. The plant escaped through the inner walls of the ship and burst out near the 3rd exit of our living quarters.
Allen and Eileen needed air to breath. I on the other hand, did not. I didn't notice the change. Mind you, I didn't hear the emergency siren screeching either. Eileen covered the wounds with a neon blue bandage.
I got up, and went to my room.
On the very top of the ship, the darkest room. My own little space.
The door parted. I slipped off my shoes and placed them on a silver rack. I gently tugged out my hair tie and ran my fingers though my hair before I collapsed onto my bed.
I don't know how much longer I can hide everything.
The bandages were not necessary in the slightest. I shifted one ever so slightly and watched my wounds heal almost instantly.
I could control the speed at which my body regenerates. It was fairly simple. Controlling the flow of new cells. Alas, this did terrify most people. My grandmother taught me to pretend to be hurt, seek help. And wait a few days until continuing as normal. Just to blend in with other organisms.
Our species were freaks of nature. Beyond anything you could dream. Being the last living female of Ethea's Sempiternus Numen
I made sure the bandage was back in place before closing my eyes. My room was dark. Only the light from the stars were visible from the glass window. A purple lava lamp lit up a corner of the room. Illuminating the bookshelf and desk I had reflecting off a pile of crystals I treasured.
We would wait and see, just how bad the damage was to the ship, but for now all I wanted was rest.
I needed the rest.
In a few hours I would have to start working again.
