Big Book of Xephna One Shots

Lalna Was Not A Doctor (N)

TW: Xeno, Frontage, Smut, Injury Mention

Lalna was not a doctor. Everyone knew this. But he was the only one who understood enough about anatomy and medical machinery to be useful, so he unofficially took the role whenever it was needed. He didn't mind since it let him study some of his stranger companions who normally would never let him get close. So naturally when his alien friend Xephos showed up at his lab one day, pale and holding his side, he immediately led him in.

When they got onto the floor that had been hastily set up as a medical lab, Lalna gestured at a metal table in the middle of the room. "Take off your clothes and sit down. What happened?"

"Er..." Xephos hesitated as he shrugged off his jacked and lifted his shirt over his head, dropping them on the floor behind the table. "Well, I can't really... I-its confidential Yoglabs, uh, business. I just need someone to look at this." He pulled his pants down his hips a few inches to reveal a large bruise and what appeared to be puncture marks on his right side.

Lalna leaned in closer but he could see the injury was still half covered. He stood back up and turned away to gather up some supplies. "Take your pants off too. Doesn't Yoglabs have doctors?"

There was a shuffling behind him as Xephos finished undressing. "They were killed in the- look, just, don't worry about it." Lalna shook his head. There was a reason he chose not to work at Yoglabs. He turned back around, placing a tray of tools down. Xephos was fully nude and sitting on the table now. His hands rested shyly over his crotch but Lalna didn't comment. The injury on his hip was visible and that was the important part.

He kneeled down to get a closer look. The uneven bruising spread from Xephos's hip down to the top of his right thigh. It wasn't clear if it was one strangely shaped injury or a cluster of them. There were six small round holes in no clear pattern on his hip as well. They were definitely puncture wounds but from what, Lalna couldn't tell. He opened a bottle of disinfectant and poured some into a bowl to dip cotton swabs in. "You're gonna have to give me a little more info, Xeph. I mean what sort of infections we need to watch for depends on if metal or claws or something else made these."

"Metal shrapnel. I think I pulled all the pieces out but, uh, I'm not sure if-" He cut himself off with a sharp hiss as Lalna started pressing the swabs against the wounds.

Lalna continued undeterred. "Thank you. At least I know what I'm looking at now. How did it make such clean holes though? Regular shrapnel should have shredded you up."

"That's classified."

"Right. Of course it is."

Lalna continued cleaning the wounds, checking each one for stray objects. They were surprisingly clean and he couldn't see any shrapnel left at all. Even the bleeding was minimal for how deep the wounds seemed to go. Xephos was clearly trying hard not to squirm and complain but he couldn't help but jump and gasp as Lalna poked at the bruises.

"Is that necessary?" he asked, annoyance in his voice.

"Yes. It is." Lalna tried not to smile too much. It was always pretty amusing pushing Xephos's buttons. "I want to make sure there aren't deeply imbedded pieces or anything broken under there." His hands ran over the bruised area, up the side of his hip, down the front and stopping when he got to where Xephos was covering himself. He looked up at the spaceman's face as he gestured for him to move his hands. Xephos complied, hesitantly, keeping his gaze on the wall to his left to avoid Lalna's eyes.

Lalna paused when he looked back down. He had never fully examined Xephos before because, well, he wasn't a doctor and he had never needed to. He had made some notes about each of his nonhuman companions listing any unique traits but this hadn't even occurred to him. Despite Xephos's surprisingly human-like body his genitalia was unlike anything Lalna had ever studied before. It was wide at the base and tapered to a thinner tip, making a long, plump triangle shape. Lalna resumed poking around the bruise, slowly, until one hand brushed up against the alien genitalia. To his surprised it curled slightly and wriggled.