[Save Yourself, My Darling]
Male oc x fem! Oc
Star Trek reboot
Cover by bayports
Gold Winner for Phoenix Awards
Book 1 in the TO THE STARS AND BEYOND SERIES
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—| numb |—
Issac awoke in a panic, jolting upward only to feel a sharp pain in his left shoulder, "You may want to lay back down."
A strange and unknown females voice spoke from behind him. Issac noticed he wasn't even in a lavish satin bed nor was there some sort of dazzling wall paper around him, it was basically a cave. A small fire was built in front of him, crackling peacefully.
His mind immediately lit up in confusion, recounting back to as far he could remember. He'd been lying in the floor as someone stood over him. Tall and lanky, but everything went black afterwards.
He'd blacked out after a severe injury by a S'Keeran. Just when he'd won against one and stunned a few of them, a very skilled woman had knocked him off his feet. Where was everyone? But specifically, where was he?
His fingers touched a furry like blanket underneath him. He looked down to see he had been laying down on a makeshift cot. Black sheets had been tossed to the side from him getting up, but his head had been resting on another furry like material from an animal.
His body ached for relief, but instead made him feel numb. He regained control of his breath only to see the woman kneel down next to him, holding a saucer like cup containing a maroon like liquid.
"Drink this," The woman have offered and half instructed him, handing him the saucer like cup
Hesitantly, Issac took a sip of the unfamiliar liquid. To his surprise, his nose got a whiff of what smelled like his mother's mostaccioli, but then hinted with fresh spices. Greedily, he took another sip before stopping himself.
He didn't even know the woman in front of him, so he began to look her over. She wore black leggings, heavy black boots with matching colored gloves, and a tang top like purple shirt. Her purple hood laid gently on her shoulders only for shock to ring over him.
He caught the little glance of her bald head, no locks of hairs showing off her pale blue head. And an mechanical eye piece on her right eye. But her eyes less of a menace and poison like other S'Keerans did, she seemed peaceful and quiet.
"Where am I?" Issac inquired.
"Far away from where you might've died," The woman answered, gently taking the cup away, "That drink should help heal up your wound."
Issac cocked an eyebrow only to feel the slight numbness in his back was disappearing, "Witchcraft."
"It's actually an old family healing wounds recipe," The woman corrected, setting the cup on large table.
Issac tried to get up, but the woman immediately spotted this action, "And I would advise you still lay down for a bit, that may ruin the stitching of the healing if you try to recover to fast."
"You're a S'Keeran," Issac breathed, getting back into a slightly seated position.
"I know that as well as you do," The woman answered.
