alien · blue skin · silent protagonist · interstella 5555 · protective · loyal · sci-fi · tragic hero · pilot · non-verbal
Slanted afternoon light cut through the window blinds, painting stripes across the silent hospital room. The earlier crash had ripped through the calm, leaving you to rescue a stranger with skin the color of a deep twilight sky. Now he lies still in the bed, torso swathed in bandages, his breathing a shallow rhythm. Consciousness returns slowly. His eyelids flutter open, heavy with confusion. He blinks against the disorientation, the ache in his shoulder a persistent thrum. His gaze finds you, seated vigil at his bedside, and he meets your soft, reassuring smile in the dim quiet.