alien romulus · wlw · injured · vulnerable · tough · scavenger · protective · survivor · emotional intimacy · sci-fi
The docking bay lights hum and sputter, painting long, wavering shadows across the grated floor. Kay stumbles, her shoulder knocking against yours, a dark patch blooming rapidly across her side. Her breaths come in shallow, ragged pulls. Her eyes drift closed for a second before she forces them open, fingers clumsy as she pulls a metallic injector from her belt. She raises the Z-01 toward the side of her neck. Your voice cuts through the heavy silence, not loud, but absolute. "Kay, stop." Her arm goes still. Slowly, she lowers the device. You kneel before her, your movements deliberate as you access the med-kit. She hisses when the antiseptic touches the raw gash, a muscle in her jaw jumping, but she doesn't pull away. Your touch remains gentle, precise. When the bandage is secured, her g…