Page 11 of Her Alien Savior
I grunted, and motioned to Riley once more, and this time my human stirred, pushing up to a seated position on my lap with a groan.
The medic tried to reach for me again, and I jerked my arm back, and growled. It was Riley who flinched, and almost leapt from my hold. Lucky for her, I was extremely fast in my reflexes, and held her still for the medic to tend to her wounds.
“Let go of me!” She struggled, and then her body’s friction tore away skin that I now saw was charred. I grimaced, and found my arms reflexively releasing her to avoid further discomfort. I’d been in battle before, been stabbed, and even felt pain before, but the medic was right... my glands had always reacted with neuro-blockers that prevented me from feeling the worst of it. And the numbness was fading.
“Calm down, Direl would not harm you. This is the med bay, my name is Shen-La, the acting medic aboard this vessel. He seems to think you are harmed, and brought you here,” the medic Shen-La said, trying to calm Riley.
“I...” she paused to think about it, “I was... I feel much better now. Still sore, though. They injected me with something.” Her hand lifted to her neck, she flinched. Shen-La scanned her, and nodded.
“The nanobugs can be painful, even for the toughest of warriors.”
“The nano-whats?” Riley shouted, and I glared at the medic to explain. There was no way that she would have nanobugs, she was human, there would be no need for them. They were used mostly on criminals, and slaves for tracking purposes. Still not a common practice with the Trillume Galactic Commission in charge. She had to be mistaken.
“The nanobugs replicating in your bloodstream. I can tell they aren’t the nanomeds that can be used to replicate damaged tissues, those kinds have a particular signature, and generally are passed through waste cycles when they’ve completed their tasks,” Shen-La continued rambling, “Nope, these are definitely nanobugs, not nanomeds, the replication pattern is quite distinct, and your body is putting off a signal that my implant can’t seem to connect with, so it’s definitely not something related to the functions of your own translation implant.”
I tried to speak, my voice coming out strained, “Tracker.”
Shen-La smiled and replied, “Yes, you’re probably right.”
“He looks like death... why aren’t you helping him?” Riley pointed back to me. Did I really appear so repulsive that I reminded her of death?
“Ah, he won’t let me touch him. He was more concerned with whatever is wrong with you, but there doesn’t seem there is anything physically wrong with you at all. Trackers are pretty harmless, as long as that’s the only function the nanobug has. Whatever aches you have should go away in a day, sooner if you were necia.”
“Well, I’m fine now, so maybe you should fix him?” She looked so defiant and powerful as she cocked her hip to the side, and narrowed her beautiful blue eyes at the medic.
The medic picked up the ointment, and reached out once more to work on my burns. An unreasonable anger built within me, and I thrashed, knocking the dispensing tube from her hand. It clattered to the floor, metal pinging against the metal of the capsule of healers’s goop.
Shen-La shook out her arm, but was otherwise unharmed. She merely glared at me and tried to reason, “If you don’t let me help you, you may never be commander again if your skin is too damaged to use your epul without pain.” Distracted, I hadn’t noticed that Riley had moved, until she already had the ointment applicator in her hands, making her way towards me. “Stay back,” Shen-la warned, but the fragile human wasn’t frightened from her approach.
Riley stood, just out of arm’s length, applicator in hand. She lifted a brow. “Are we going to do this the hard way, or the easy way? The way I see it, you need this stuff and I owe you one for getting me out of that room. So, nut up, big guy.”
I wasn’t sure what Earth tree seeds had to do with anything, but I was quick enough, that though I couldn’t just reach out and grab her, she was not safe from me, by any means. But, the idea of having her tend to my wounds did not upset me.
As she reached out to begin her work, the applicator at ready should I put up a fight, the medic followed behind her. Then a mist blew over Riley’s shoulder, wafting into my face. The smell was familiar, and I swore under my breath realizing I had just been dosed once more with elder root.
Shen-La’s voice was distant in my mind as she said, “You didn’t have to risk your safety like that. I can tend to him after he’s passed out. His glands are damaged, and the pain is not something we’re used to feeling for more than a few moments.”
Soft hands gently stroked my wrists with ointment, a cooling sensation shivered up my arm, but I did not pull away.
“What did you use on him? His eyes are all glossy, like he can’t even see us.”
“It’s a low dose of elder root, should knock him out for an hour, or at least make him too stupored to be more than remotely aware of what’s going on as long as his rut is in its early stages. Enough time for me to get him patched up,” the medic explained.
“I’ll help,” Riley said, continuing to work up my arm, to where the straps had seared around my bicep. My breathing hitched as she touched my raw flesh, but it was the unexpected way her tender ministrations were awakening a completely different urge that made me moan.
“That’s new,” the medic observed.
“I’m trying to be gentle.” Riley’s brows knit in concern. I could do no more than watch, the elder root disabling me, as the medic nudged her shoulder and cleared her throat in some sort of gesture to gain attention. “Oh,” she quickly added, before repeating in an exaggerated manner, “Ohhh.”
The medic grinned. “He doesn’t seem to be fully sleeping, but I would have thought the pain of having a few of his glands damaged would prevent such things. Perhaps the commander is a bit of a glutton for punishment, or his body is seeking to counteract the pain in the form of a rut?”
“A rut?”
“It’s quite common for the warriors that choose professions that are more likely to result in battle. After a victory or harsh stress their bodies produce too much adrenaline, and a rut is a way for them to counter the chemicals in their body. He’ll probably need to have a rutting... or I believe humans call it sex? Some kind of cock sport to help dispel adrenaline from his body. But perhaps not... if his glands do not recover then it’s likely he’ll never have need for a rut again.” Medic Shen-La shrugged as if it were no concern of hers whether I could rut or not. My nostrils flared, and yet I could do nothing but let her dismiss my injuries.
“That’s how serious his injuries are?”
“He’ll probably be fine by the looks of things.” The medic gave a pointed stare at my crotch, where my hardening length twitched. She grabbed another capsule of ointment, and reached for my other side, and a growl rumbled through my chest, and up my throat, making her step back. “It appears I’ll have to give him a higher dose of elder root, or you may be the only one he’ll let near him.”
