In Alien Hands: Crashed

Crashed - Part 7

The aliens stood, watching me for some time, an awkward amount of time. I wasn't sure if anything was expected of me, if I was meant to do something. They just watched me, very intently. Imagine if you saw a Dragon. You'd stare at it no matter what it did, be it breathing fire or sleeping. I felt like a Dragon.

There wasn't a single thing to do in the cage, it was worse than the pet store. At least there, I had someone to talk to. Their food was blander than at the store, the cage more exposing, less things to do. At one point, I had tried staring back at them, but I didn't have the attention span. There weren't any other cages in the room, at least not that I could see. No windows, it felt like a jail cell.

I have no idea how long I had been stared at before someone entered the drab room. It was the alien who Injected my arm and sedated me after the stitches were done, the one who had carried the box when Merle's returned with help. I concluded that they must have been my doctor. There was no clear indication of gender, I referred to them as they and it in my head, and will do so here.

It spoke to the two who had been staring at me for all this time. They motioned to me, chattering in a strange language which was even harder to make out then Merle's. I watched them intently, looking for any clues that might reveal what was planned for me. Whatever it was, it couldn't be more boring than this.

The doctor approached the bars of my cage and kneeled to my level. It spoke softly to me, saying various things. I finally heard it say "come here" in Dog-man language. I was still cautious, but I took several steps closer. The doc seemed happy, repeating the command and beckoning to me. Once I was close, it made a motion, asking for my good arm. I knew where this was going, and took several steps back to avoid the needle that would surely follow.

It held its hands up, showing them empty. I scanned the floor around it, finding no signs of needles. Hesitantly, I came closer again. I offered my arm when asked, I had long since learned bad things rarely come of following alien commands. The doc slowly stroked my arm, to my surprise. I couldn't recall receiving any kind of affection from them when my arm was being cleaned.

I let out a cry as a needle was stuck in my neck. I immediately whipped around to find a needle attached to a long stick was reaching into my cage, held out by one of the aliens who had been staring. I scuttled off to my bed, preparing for the drug to pull me under. To my confusion, I remained conscious.

My vision blurred slightly and my arms grew heavy. My breathing, which was previously fast from the panic of the needle, had gone to a deep, slow, breath. I looked around at the aliens, in a daze. I watched, helpless, as they entered my cage and approached me. I couldn't do much more than grunt and grown while they moved me off the bed and onto the floor of my cage.

One checked my pulse with a stethoscope. Another kneeled by my good arm, petting it gently. The doctor was by my injured arm, slowly unwrapping the dressings. I groaned at the realization that they were just doing a checkup. I'm a normal human, I hate the doctor's, especially the alien doctors. They never ask permission, never give you a choice, and seem to love the drugs and restraints. They sneak up on you, tie you down, drug you, or some combination of the two, then do whatever they want to you. It was rubbish.

My arm unwrapped, I took a peek. I hadn't looked earlier. If having my own pets as a kid taught me anything, messing with the bandages and wounds was a no-no for pets. So, I'd left it untouched. It was heavily bruised and looked incredibly sore. I, however, felt nothing. The doc manipulated my arm, bending it as far as it could go every way. It chatted with its comrades as it did this, seemingly relaxed and calm. I continued to groan at them, it was all I could do in way of protest.

After a few moments, they started sticking things in my ears, nose, and mouth. Remember when I told you about my first encounter with a doctor when I first met Merle? This was worse. I was terrified, New to this world back then. I was wrestled to the ground, unsedated, held there and worked on. This time, I trusted that dog-man with my life. I understood my place in this world, what was expected of me. I was sedated, unable to panic and do much of anything. I'd have thought it would make this all less terrifying, but it didn't. I knew these creatures didn't intend to harm me, but the exam was so intrusive it felt like they did. Things were stuck so far into my mouth I gagged, then pushed further. Lights shined into my eyes so long I didn't see spots, I swear I went blind for a few minutes. I had blood drawn, samples taken from my mouth, throat, ears, nose, even eyes.

After too much time with this, they all suddenly backed off of me. I dared to open my eyes once more. One was fidding with various cotton swabs and vials of human blood outside of the cage. The second one was kneeling by my good arm again, stroking it in a vain attempt to comfort me. The doc was on my bad arm, pouring a liquid onto it, which fizzed up on contact with my wounds.

Far calmer now, I watched as it finished with whatever it was doing. Another needle was placed in my arm, a liquid injected, and all three of them immediately left my cage, locking the door behind them. The doctor left the room altogether, which the other two stayed and watched me while the drug left my system and I was slowly able to climb to the bed to sulk

Published 10/26/18