It was a dark night. A young man named Jesse had been working late at his veterinary job in town and was on his way home. He had short, but stringy blonde hair. Blue eyes. He wore a vet's scrubs when he was at work, but at home he wore t-shirts and jeans. Shorts at the hottest time of the year. He was in his mid 20's.
He had mostly seen nothing on his way home. He had hit animals before and would always stop and pick them, taking them home and giving them decent burials. That's how strongly he felt for animals.
But on his way home, he came across a truck that went speeding past him. It nearly forced him off the road. 'That moron.' He thought to himself.
As he continued on up the road, he soon might have seen why the driver had been in such a hurry to get away. There, on the side of the road, sort of by his house, was something lying in the ditch.
"Not another one." Jesse said. He really didn't want to have to bury another animal.
He stopped and got out of the truck. He saw a big a big purple lizard like creature lying there in his headlights. It had a bloodied head. But it didn't look like anything he had seen before. But to him, it didn't matter what it was.
He went to his truck and opened his tailgate. Then he went and picked up the big lizard creature. He could examine it more when he got it into better lighting. He put him in the back of the truck and took him around back to his barn.
Jesse currently had no animals to call his own. He was so busy, he barely had time for anything else. But at least he could make his living with the animals he loved so much. He had all his life, loved animals. His family had known and respected that.
He had learned in school to be able to treat any kind of animal. Big, small, mammal, reptilian, fish, bird, or amphibian. It didn't matter, he loved them all.
Jesse was now at the barn and he turned on the lights in his barn. Then he went out and carried the poor injured lizard inside to a stall. He laid it belly down on the ground. He turned on his best light to be able to examine the poor creature.
What Jesse saw with this creature was so astounding. It the biggest lizard he had ever seen and knew it was no alligator. It had eight limbs and purple coloring. It had three fronds on its head, besides the injuries. It had bluish striping on its back and a blue tail.
He wondered what was in the mouth. Jesse opened the lizard's mouth and saw many sharp teeth and a dark tongue that resembled a snake's. Some lizards had that feature too.
He put the lizard's head back down and looked for signs of life.
Jesse noticed the sides of the lizard were moving in and out. So it was alive. It was worth giving it a fighting chance. He went and got his medical tools. He didn't have an anesthesia machine here at home, but he was sure he gave the lizard some sedation though it was unconscious already.
He was sure it could take what other lizards could take. He had treated a Komodo dragon at the zoo once, and it had been a big one. This one surely couldn't be that different.
He got a needle and thread, but it would wait until he had cleaned up the various wounds on the head.
The biggest wound was on top of the head. He cleaned the dried blood up with a sponge dipped in water. The wound was near the right eye. He also had noticed one on the chin too.
Jesse saw that the wounds were really bad. Who could have done such a terrible thing? He knew those ones down the road were horrible humans. They thought torturing animals was fun.
He finished cleaning all the wounds on the head and made sure they weren't going to get infected. Then he went about stitching up the wounds.
When he was done, he would have liked to bandage up the wounds, but this lizard had such an awkward shaped head that it seemed nearly impossible to do. He would just keep an eye on it.
Jesse had to know what gender it was too. Since this was an unusual lizard, he had to reach inside to feel anything. It was nothing personal. He found male parts, so he knew it was a male now. Then he checked all of the limbs to see if they were okay. They were. Most of the damage was on the head.
He gave the lizard the wake up antidote and since he seemed fine now, Jesse figured he had done his job right. He would see him in the morning. He might name him later, but first he wanted to see him awake and functioning first.
Jesse cleaned up and left the sleeping lizard in the stall. He closed and locked the doors to make sure he wasn't going to get out. He had noticed the foot pads on it. It had seemed to have pads nearly like a tree frog's. It might be able to climb walls and he didn't want it getting away before he could get it well again.
He went to the house and got out of his work scrubs and went to bed. Luckily, it was his day off today. He could sleep in a bit. But he didn't want to sleep too long as he had a responsibility to his patient in the barn.
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The next day, in mid morning, the green eyes of Randall Boggs opened for the first time since he had been beaten with the shovel when he had first stepped into the human world when Sullivan had thrown him through that door. And the little one-eyed green ball had been no help either. And all because they were trying to protect that little human girl.
Randall's vision was so blurry and he had such a headache. He could feel throbbing that he wasn't used to. He slowly rose up and held his head. "Oh!" He moaned.
He started feeling what was throbbing on his head and he felt something weird. He felt what felt like stitches. He tried pulling on one and it was in his skin. He couldn't get it out. He must have had bad wounds if whoever had stitched him up.
His vision finally focused enough that he could see that he was in a large boarded room. The humans that he first met here in the human world could have locked him up yes, but they wouldn't have treated him after they had tried to kill him.
For all he knew, Randall thought he could be in the hands of a private collector, or even worse, maybe a scientist. He knew he had to get out of here. He got up and went to what was the door.
Randall found the door locked from the outside. This wasn't good. He pushed against it and it still wouldn't open. He had to find a way out. He looked around for windows, and nothing. He began to feel for weaknesses in the walls, even climbing the high walls to try to find something. But it was no use. This room was thick and heavy. He couldn't get out. All he could do was wait for his captor to let him out.
This is not beta read. I hope you all enjoy the story. It might be a little unusual, but Randall has a new life in this one.