The Last Humans

chapter two

This time the scream didn't come from me.

"Fuuukk!"

Music to my ears.

"Hold her down!" I hissed before directing a sharp disdainful look at my thrashing patient. "If you don't fucking stop moving I'll lose my grip on the the worm," in fact, I might just do it on purpose.

I could already feel its tubular body slipping out of my gloved grasp. I used one hand to tighten the band further around Malia's upper thigh to stop the blood flow. Blood was everywhere and her face was ashen. If she lost anymore blood she'd need a blood transfusion and I'm the only O negative on here, ironically.

The little bestie in my grasp continued to wiggle. It was really stubborn I had to give it that. And very strong. It clung to the open wound with suprising strength while trying to slip free of my hand.

Fuck, it was slimy too.

Now was not the time to throw up!

I tightened by grip and began to pull in earnest. It jerked at first before I felt it starting to loosen from her leg.

"Come here you little bastard," I cursed through clenched teeth. It began to come out easier but now it wiggled more letting out muffled squeaks.

"Ahhhh!" Malia cried.

I had deliberately forgotten to give her painkillers under the guise that we should only use what little we had in extreme cases. Her case was extreme and I was spiteful.

"Ah fuck! That fucking hurts! When this is done I'm going to cut your fucking tits off!"

I laughed. "Babe, you can't afford to touch these tits, they're worth more than your life."

"You bitch!"

We've established that I was a bitch, case closed. It gave me joy to see her in pain though.

"Sweetie, if it wasn't for me you'll currently have an alien eating your intestines right now," I shook my head condescendingly. "You outright defied my order to stay in the clear and not go into the weirdass brushes. But no, you just had to try and piss me off, now look where you're at."

I gave one last pull and the six inches-long alien came out spitting blood and some white stuff, squealing so high my ears rang and the other women groaned.

"Bucket," I demanded.

A metal pale clinked beside me and I tossed the alien worm in. But not before it curled in on itself freakishly and bit me through the glove.

"Motherfucker!" I tossed off the glove and examined my wrist, biting back the pain that ran up my arm. The wound had four punctures and white slime and blood seeping from them.

"Torch the little bastard," I hissed.

The creature squealed loudly as if it understood what I was ordering done to it.

Absently I realized that Malia had stopped screaming and thrashing but I put that down to her being tired.

Cardoza came with a flame thrower and doused the pale with fire. And that was that, the creature screeched before curling up and turned to charred alien flesh.

"Attend to her leg," I told Mandy, the other person on this ship besides me with some medical experience.

I got up from the floor where I had performed the weirdest procedure of my life. The moment I stood I felt dizzy and I stumbled, catching myself on someone's arm.

"Are you okay," someone asked.

I was going to ask them if I looked as if I was okay. But then I collapsed and my mind went blank.