Author: Vampkin PM
This file has been deemed classified Top Secret by the Government and mayonly be read by top ranking officials...Ready to take a peak?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 16 - Words: 13,037 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 9 - Published: 08-26-11 - id: 7326301
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S sat in the same room, in the same bed, in the same style of hospital gown, and, big surprise, the temperature had not changed even the slightest. She shivered under the flimsy blanket they had supplied her and waited impatiently. They had taken X-rays of her stomach when the situation had been explained then she had been deposited in her room where they had patched up her cheek then left her to wait; how she hated waiting.
The only thing that made the cold and the mechanical beeping and the complete feeling of being ignored was the fact that K was sitting in a chair next to her bed and they sat in relative silence. Occasionally K would ask her how she was feeling and she would tell him. Slowly but surely, she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable in her own skin. It was like a great pressure was building within her and soon it would explode. Of course that could have been her imagination.
The doctor finally walked into the room with a grim yet determined look on his face.
"What's the verdict?" S asked anxiously; she was ready to stop feeling like a bloated fish.
"The eggs have attached themselves to your internal organs and even with our advanced medicine," the doctor paused to gain the will to finish the sentences, "you have a ten percent chance of making it through the surgery."
"So then do it." She said. The doctor looked surprise.
"There's a ninety percent chance you'll die," he reminded her.
"Look," she said, "I don't care. If I have a snowball's chance in Hell of making it through this thing, I'm going to do it." The doctor stepped forward as if to try to explain the futility yet again. She took this opportunity to grab the front of his white coat and pull him face to face with her. "When the things growing inside of me hatch, they are going to eat me from the inside out. I would rather die under the knife as you cut these things from my body than die as they slowly eat me alive. Not one of them can live; do you understand me?"
The doctor nodded and she let go of his coat. The man nearly ran out of the room. She looked at K who had yet to say anything.
"K?" She asked uncertainly. He hadn't moved since the doctor had entered the room. It didn't even look like he was breathing. She reached out her hand and put it on his shoulder. His hand landed on it and gripped it almost to the point of pain.
"It really is all my fault," he said into the air. He looked up at her and she saw the look of utter defeat splashed across his face as if thrown there by a careless artist.
"I didn't mean that," she assured him, "I was just really emotional. K, it isn't your fault."
"If I hadn't requested the transfer, you would have been helping me with the migration, not in the middle of nowhere being infested with eggs."
"At least we know who 'he' is now." She mused reassuringly. "Obviously he's some sort of bug. And he left behind his spaceship so that's got to be a plus." She had removed her hand from his tight grip and was now running her fingers through his hair.
"But we don't know where he went or why he's on earth."
"But we will soon enough."
"You don't know that." She flicked him in the ear.
"Stop being so pessimistic." She ordered him in a severe tone. He frowned up at her but it was worn quickly away by her smile.
"You should be yelling at me," he reminded her. Her smiled faltered but then she shoved it back into place.
"Why can't you just let me enjoy what little time I have left?" She asked, "Why do you have to ruin my happiness with reality?" She watched him flounder with words before she continued on. "You think I don't know you need a good, solid berating? You think I just forgot because I have eggs clinging to my organs? Well I didn't. I still plan on letting you have it after I recover from my surgery. For now, though, I'm going to pretend there's nothing to cry about and that everything is peachy. Think you can handle that?"
He nodded his head. "Good," she added, "Because you've officially ruined my good mood." Tears were hanging from her eyelashes as she tried to stem the flow yet again. K reached up and wiped a tear from her cheek as it slid its way down her face.
"Damn right," she replied. They both smiled weakly and fell into a comfortable silence. They watched each other in that almost perfect moment.
AN: Well, here's what I've got so far. If anyone is interested in more, you'll have to review for it. Mwahahahaha…*coughingfit* I shouldn't refrain from doing that.