PS. AUTHOR NOTE
y’all I had some major writers block, SORRRYYYY, I promise to be better about it and I am so Shocked that so many of yalla re reading my book, TYSM HEHEHE.
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Sammy who was lying in her bed was thinking deeply about Yazmina and the whole Alien situation. She looked over to Adam who was lying in a bed they have brought him for the night. She thought to herself “I really wonder if we are going go to war with his planet, if so is Adam going to try and fight his way back to his home planet?”.
She sighed and trying to get comfortable laid on her side and positiones her leg in a comfortable spot. Elvis was currently cuddling with Adam but saw Sammy moving and jumped over to Sammy's bed and laid beside her. She appreciated the warm fluffyness Elvis gave her and slowly started to drift off. Sleep engulfed her and she welcomed the comfortable darkness. Around midnight she woke up to the sound of fast breathing and a sudden movement.
She looked around her eyes adjusting to the darkness and saw Adam looking distressed. She was confused said “What's wrong?”. Adam looked at her but didn't seem to register her at the moment. He looked scared, he was trembling and looked sweaty. Sammy couldn't physically get up so she leaned over to his bed which was on wheels like hers. She scooted there beds together and got his attention by touching his arm.
His head snapped over to her and his eyes were wide like he had seen a ghost. She made the assumption that he had a bad dream or something. She didn't know really what to do so she leaned over and gave him a hug to calm his nerves. There had been many studies that showed hugging increased mood and decreased Stress. Adam didn't seem to prosses it for a minute.
She continued to hug him waiting for his heart beat to slow down. Over the course of ten minetes he calmed down and hugged her back. Releasing him she sighed in relief and felt the weight of how tired she was. Adam gave her a greatful look and said something, she assumed it was thank you so she gave him a thumbs up and laid back down. She got comfortable again and fell quickly asleep.
She was woken up by the sunlight hitting her face; she groaned and dragged her upper body up to rub her eyes. Her leg was sore but did not hurt as much; she uncovered her sheets and saw that it was healed. She sighed in relief and was grateful that she was a Kalmari keno. It was a subspecies of keno that had fast healing ability and great intelligence with the ability to live in very cold environments.
She looked over to Adam, who was sprawled out on his bed with Elvis sleeping beside him. She chuckled and, testing her leg, she slowly got up and took a step. Her leg held her up strong, but it was still sore, so she limped over to the bathroom and shut the door. She looked at her crazy hair and sighed; she began fixing it with a brush and some hair ties, putting it into one bun. She was content and went to the bathroom. She opened the door to Adam getting up.
Elvis approached her and meowed, and kept meowing. She tilted her head and looked at Adam for an answer. He looked at Elvis, and a small smile appeared; he made the gesture to Elvis and then pointed to his mouth. She got the idea and asked, “What does he eat?” Adam tilted his head, and then she walked over to her side of the bed, got out a pencil and paper, and drew Elvis and a veggie and a meat symbol with a question mark. She gave it to Adam, who then pointed to the meat symbol.
Sammy nodded and grabbed her clothes and went in the bathroom to change. She then came out in sweatpants and a black shirt, and seeing her wheelchair in the corner, limbed over to it and wheeled it to the door, then sat down. She looked at Adam, who seemed confused, and Sammy pointed to Elvis and then her mouth, then out the door. He seemed to get it and picked up Elvis and put him in Sammy's lap. Sammy smiled and petted the kitty. She pointed down the hallway in front of them, and Adam pushed them forward. She led them to the kitchen, where all of the food was for everything.
She got up and went to the huge fridge and opened the door. She took her pick and grabbed red meat squares and she decided to get some food for herself. She grabbed her favorite, the blue steaks. She then returning to the wheelchair and set down a bowl of red meat. She saw Elvis start to approach it and take a bite, he started to inhale to food like it was his last meal.
She chuckles and starts to rip pieces of the blue steaks apart and eat it. Her species required her to eat raw food, she wasn't a fan of cooked food anyway. She looked up and saw Adam staring at her in disgust. She was confused and offered him a piece, he refused and decided to look around the kitchen for something. She guessed he didn't eat meat so she continued to chomp on her food until it was gone. Satisfied she saw Adam munching on some fruit, and she saw Elvis on the counters being curious.
She heard someone come in and come to find out if it was Tom, she said, “So don't mind us, we were hungry”. Tom chuckles and said “Me too, I didn't get to eat this morning because Elizabeth was talking to me”. Sammy Gasped and said “You and Elizabeth? HAH I won the bet, I knew it. So can I plan y'all's marriage?”. Tom laughed and said “Only if you pay for it, besides we aren't thinking about marriage yet, well I mean maybe soon but not know we are getting to know one another”. Sammy smiled and said “Okay well hurry it up I wanna be an awesome Auntie so I can load them up on Suger and send em off to you”.
She chuckles and looked at Adam who was watching there exchange, she wished he could understand there language. Tom smirked and said “Yes yes of course you would”. Tom grabbed some fruit and leaned on the counter eating some. Sammy who was sitting in her wheelchair grabbed up Elvis as he was walking by and kissed him in the head. She really did love the furry little creatures, she caught Adam staring at her and she raised an eyebrow and followed his eyes.
He was looking at her biceps, which were showing due to holding the cat causing her sleeves to roll down. She chuckled and put Elvis down and flexed her arms at adam to tease him, she worked out a lot and loved lifting. Adam seemed to be embarrassed because his face turned red and he covered his face.
Tom watched and said “oh stop teasing the little guy, besides it would be hard for him to watch you leave every year in the Siberian months”. She chuckled and said “ehh true, one of the cons of dating outside of my species”. Tom got a call in and he said “I have to go, your sister put me as the step in so yay more work”. Sammy laughed and said “yes of course she would do that, have funnn”, Tom rolled his eyes and walked out.
She got up and grabbed another steak for the road and cleaned up Elvis' mess he left with the meat. She beckoned Adam with her tail. Adam, who was leaning against the counter, jumped back. She turned towards him and saw him staring at her tail. She laughed and guessed he didn’t see her tail. She held her tail up for a moment, letting Adam look at it. It was long and feathery; the base was pale gray like her skin color and had purple feathers. Adam stepped closer and inspected her tail. She smirked, and her tail flicked into his face. She laughed, and he swatted her tail out of his face, laughing.
They wheeled around the place while Sammy munched on her food. Elvis was in her lap and purring. They turned down a hallway and she saw Landon, she groaned once he spotted them and started to make his way down to them. She braced herself for the scolding, she knew that he technically wasn't supposed to be out and about but she didn't think he was gonna do anything. He wasn't build for escaping, and he was quite small so it would be hard to fight anyone here.
Landon approached them both, his eyes narrowed and his pupils turning into a black slit. His scaly tail lashing out, his head held high and his black horns visible. He said, “Sammy, you’re lucky that I like you. You can't just be parading Adam out. I mean, I won't be here for too long because of the Infernal Descent, then Yazmina will have to step in for me. So please keep an eye on Adam at all times. If he gets away somehow, I am pinning this one on you.” Sammy sighed and rolled her eyes. “Landon, look, I promise to keep him in my sights; you can trust me. Besides, you’ve got another month before the Infernal Descent.”
Landon held the bridge of his nose and said, “Yes, I know, but with everything going on, especially going to war with another planet? I'm just worried that this human will give information to his planet. We just don't know what he's capable of, so please keep him on this side of the base.” Sammy nodded in agreement. “Yes, I see what you're saying. Don't worry; Yazmina has the experience of running a base, and besides, she doesn't have to go to the Arctic Descent like I have to. It will be fine, I promise.” Landon nodded and waved goodbye as he walked past them and around the corner.
Adam, who was pushing the wheelchair, had been watching. She knew they had no idea what they said. She sighed and began to wish she could speak English. She then started to look up classes on her phone. As Adam rolled them back to the room, she signed up for some classes and made sure to set an alarm on her phone. They reached the room, and she suddenly got a call from an unknown number.
She raised her eyebrows and answered it, “Yes? How may I help you?” It was Jerry, and he said in a fast and raspy voice, “Sorry to be calling you from a different number, but I have found another alien. I suspect female; she gave up a pretty good fight. She was near our base, heading back now. Prepare a room for her; she's injured.” Sammy nodded and ordered, “Okay, hurry. I don't know the state she's in, so let's hope it's not too bad.” She hung up and looked at Adam.
They were outside their room, and she got up. She turned to Adam and pushed him inside the room, held out her hand, and pointed to the floor, saying, “Stay.” She then closed the door and yelled at the nearby guards to come and watch the room. She limped over to one of the rooms and started preparing it for the arrival of the alien. Making sure to grab everything, she waited patiently at the entrance of the medbay. She then saw Jerry, who was moving fast and carried a woman in his arms, his finned tail swaying behind him.
He approached them, and she led them to the room. He set the lady down on the bed, and she started to examine her injuries. She moved the lady's orange hair out of her face, and she was unconscious. She opened her brown eyes and flashed a light in her eyes, testing the pupil dilation.
She sighed and said "She's fine, mild concussion and some cuts and bruises. You can leave her with me and I'll patch her up". The extras doctors left to go do rounds around the med bay. She signed and getting some saline and hooking her up it. She started to bandage up her cuts and disinfectant them. Once she was done she waited for the girl to wake up. She sat in her chair for about an hour before she heard the girl wake up, she still couldn't call yazmina as phone service doesn't work that well where she's at.
The girl's eyelids fluttered open slowly, her eyes adjusting to the soft overhead lights of the med bay. She blinked a few times, confused, groggy, and obviously in pain. Sammy noticed immediately and stood from her chair, her boots clicking softly on the tile floor as she approached the bed.
The girl stirred and shifted, a soft goan escaping her lips as she tried to sit up. Sammy held out her hands gently, palms open, motioning for her to stay down. "No, no," Sammy said , her tone soft and soothing. Of course, the girl didn’t understand the words, but she seemed to understand the tone. Sammy pointed to the bandage wrapped around the girl’s head, then mimed a small explosion with her fingers, raising her eyebrows as if to say, you hit your head pretty hard.
The girl stared at her for a moment, clearly unsure what to make of the situation. Sammy offered a small, reassuring smile. She then turned to the tray beside the bed, picked up a cup of water, and held it out. When the girl didn’t move, Sammy mimed drinking, then nudged the cup a little closer. Slowly, the girl took it and drank, her hands still trembling.Sammy let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Small victories.
Once the girl had finished, Sammy gestured to herself and then drew a circle in the air, trying to communicate something like, You're safe here. The girl looked confused at first, but Sammy followed it with a gesture to the room, placing her hand over her heart, and then holding up both hands in a calming motion."It’s okay," Sammy said, her voice soft despite knowing the girl wouldn’t understand. "You’re okay. You just have to stay here for now."
The girl leaned back against the pillow, her expression still wary but a little less panicked. Sammy checked the IV bag again, making sure the saline drip was steady. The bandages were holding, the disinfectant had done its job, and there wasn’t any indication of internal bleeding from what she could tell.
Still, Yazmina should’ve been the one here. Yazmina could talk to the girl. Yazmina could explain everything. But Yazmina was gone, unreachable in the dense forest where signals barely made it through.
Sammy turned away, running a hand through her short hair with a sigh. Her shoulders sagged slightly. She needed a moment—just one moment to breathe. But first, she needed to make sure the girl stayed put. She stepped back to the bed and pointed at the girl, then to the ground, making a motion as if drawing a box around her. “Stay,” she said gently. She repeated the gesture, locking eyes with the girl. The girl gave a hesitant nod. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something.
Sammy exhaled, then stepped outside the med bay, the door sliding shut behind her. Her boots echoed through the metal halls as she made her way toward the command center. Landon was there, leaning over a set of maps and digital overlays. His brows were furrowed, lips moving silently as he calculated troop placements—or whatever high-level military stuff Yazmina normally handled with him.
He looked up when Sammy entered. "Everything okay?" Sammy shook her head slightly and spoke. "She woke up. I managed to keep her calm, gave her water, but... I can’t talk to her. Yazmina’s not here, and it’s stressing me out. I need... a break." Landon studied her for a moment. "Did she seem stable?"
"Yes," Sammy replied. "She’s resting. But I can’t just sit there staring at her, hoping she doesn’t panic or try to leave." Landon nodded, understanding. "Take a break. I’ll have someone check in on her now and then." Sammy gave him a grateful nod and turned, making her way toward the exit. She needed air—real air. She needed the sky.
The sun was dipping low over the horizon as she reached the stables, casting long amber shadows across the ground. A few caretakers waved to her, but she didn’t stop. She made her way straight to the far stall, where Yelena rested. Her turquoise scales shimmered in the fading light, and her hood, patterned like marble with white spikes, twitched at the sound of Sammy’s footsteps.
Yelena raised her head, her bright blue eyes locking onto Sammy’s with an expression that could only be described as joy. She gave a soft trill and began tippy-tapping her claws against the stable floor. “Hey, girl,” Sammy said softly, switching to a lower, soothing tone as she stepped into the stall. Yelena lowered her head to nuzzle against Sammy’s chest, and Sammy smiled, resting her forehead against the dragon’s snout. “You miss her too, huh?” she murmured.
Yelena gave a low, comforting rumble. “Let’s fly,” Sammy whispered. It took only a few moments to saddle Yelena, though Sammy rarely used the reins. They understood each other well enough by now. Once she’d strapped herself in, she gently clicked her tongue and gave the signal. Yelena leapt forward with a powerful thrust of her legs and wings, and within seconds they were airborne.
The wind whipped through Sammy’s hair as the ground fell away beneath them. The base shrank into a cluster of lights behind her as Yelena soared higher and higher, cresting above the tree line and gliding into the open skies of Bishingo. Sammy leaned forward slightly, resting a hand on the base of Yelena’s neck. The dragon responded immediately, banking left toward the open plains.
The horizon stretched out forever in every direction—rolling golden hills, shimmering blue rivers, and the hint of misty forests in the distance. A flock of small winged creatures darted away as they passed, and the last rays of sun kissed the tops of the clouds.For a while, Sammy said nothing. She just breathed. The stress, the language barrier, the pressure of taking care of a alien—it all melted into the wind.
Above the clouds, everything was silent except for the soft rush of air and the rhythmic beat of Yelena’s wings. Sammy closed her eyes for a moment, letting it all go. “I hope Yazmina gets back soon,” she said aloud, even though no one could hear her. “I’m not her. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to handle this.”
Yelena gave a soft, sympathetic rumble, and Sammy smiled faintly. They flew in silence for a while longer, circling the upper thermals like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. And maybe, for now, it was.
Eventually, Sammy sighed and guided Yelena back toward the base. As they descended through the last veil of clouds, the lights of the med bay came into view. The responsibility was waiting for her down there—the girl, the questions, the uncertainty. But now, at least, Sammy had air in her lungs and sky in her heart. And that would have to be enough—for tonight.
Later that night, Sammy stepped quietly into the room she shared with Adam. Her leg was fully healed now—no pain, no brace, no limp—but the exhaustion clinging to her was heavier than any injury she'd ever had. The wind from the skies still whispered in her ears, and yet her thoughts churned louder than ever.
The room was dim, bathed in the soft bluish glow from the ceiling panel that flickered faintly above. Adam sat cross-legged on his bed across the room, tinkering with a small mechanical device. Wires dangled from the housing, and a few stripped screws sat in a tidy row beside him on the mattress. He glanced up when she entered.
Their eyes met. For a moment, Adam's expression seemed to brighten, like he was going to say something. He paused, mouth half open, and then closed it again. The language stood between them like a wall—familiar and frustrating. He lowered his eyes, offering instead a quiet smile.
Sammy returned it faintly and walked to her bed without a word. She was grateful, in some odd way, that he didn’t try to speak. She wasn’t ready to wrestle with translation or misunderstandings. Her heart and mind were already too full.
She sat down and lay back, arms at her sides, eyes locked on the ceiling above. It was unremarkable—sterile white with a few tiny cracks along the paneling—but it was better than staring at memories. The girl in the med bay. Yazmina, still out of reach. The growing tension in the air between Bishingo and Earth.
It was all too much.
Her breath came slow and even, but her mind refused to rest. She turned slightly on her side, then back again, restless. Across the room, she could still hear Adam tinkering. The tiny sound of a wire snapping into place. A quiet scrape of a screwdriver. The soft tap of a knuckle on metal.
It was almost comforting, that rhythm. Adam looked up again, hesitated, then gently set his project down on the nightstand. He opened his mouth and said something in English—gentle, maybe a question. Sammy met his eyes and blinked slowly.
“I don’t understand,” she said softly in Shalanese. Adam frowned, not in anger or disappointment—just frustration at the gap between them. He rubbed the back of his neck and gestured toward her leg, then gave a thumbs up. His eyebrows raised in a silent question. Sammy understood that, at least. She nodded. “Better,” she said, and added a slight smile.
He seemed relieved.
Another long pause stretched between them. Eventually, Adam lay down, rolling onto his side to face the wall. Sammy stayed still, arms folded over her stomach, breathing slowly. The base was quiet. Almost too quiet. No distant conversations. No buzzing lights. Just the hum of the air system and the low ache of thoughts. Then, not long after she'd finally started to drift off, the sound hit her like a jolt.
A sharp gasp.
She sat up quickly. Her eyes adjusted fast in the dim light, finding Adam in the corner of the room. He was curled up, his entire body trembling violently. His sheets had been kicked off, and his breath came in erratic, panicked gulps. Sweat coated his brow. "Adam?" Sammy called softly, concerned.
He didn’t respond. His hands clenched the blanket tightly, knuckles white. His lips moved, whispering something in English—jagged, broken, terrified. She rose from her bed and crossed the room quietly but quickly. When she knelt beside his bed, she placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “Hey,” she whispered. “You’re okay. It’s just a dream.”
He flinched hard at the touch, his eyes snapping open—but they were glassy, unfocused. His chest heaved as if he’d been running. Then his gaze locked on her face. Recognition flickered. Still, he didn’t speak. His hands came up defensively, as if expecting something terrible. Sammy pulled her hand back slowly and sat down on the edge of his bed. “It’s me,” she said. “You’re not alone. You’re safe.”
She placed her hand over her chest and then pointed to him. She hoped the tone, the rhythm of her voice, the softness in her eyes—something—would tell him what words couldn’t. Adam was shaking. More than before. His whole body trembled like a wire pulled too tight. A tear rolled down his cheek.
Sammy felt a tightness in her chest. She didn’t know what had happened to him. Didn’t know his story. But whatever haunted him... it was deep. And it was hurting him all over again, right here. Without thinking, she slowly lay down beside him and reached out again—more cautiously this time. He hesitated, but he didn’t flinch. Inch by inch, she pulled him close, cradling his head near her shoulder.
At first, he tensed, every muscle rigid. But then he exhaled a long, broken breath. His hands clung to the fabric of her shirt as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded. Sammy didn’t say anything else. She simply held him. She rubbed small circles on his back, kept her breathing slow, steady, patient. Let her presence speak.
Minutes passed. His breathing started to settle. The trembling slowed. And eventually, the tension bled from his limbs. Adam shifted slightly, eyes now half-lidded, exhaustion pulling at him again. His face was tucked against her collarbone, his arms curled tightly around her side. Sammy stared up at the ceiling, unmoving.
She didn’t sleep right away. Her heart still ached with things she didn’t understand—things he hadn’t said. But she knew now that Adam carried something dark. Something that had hurt him deeply.And tonight, he’d needed her. Eventually, her eyes drifted shut. They lay together in the still quiet of the room, two people who didn’t share a language, but had found something else—a fragile, wordless trust. And as the hours passed, sleep finally claimed them both.
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