He's Not From Here
Chapter One: Dylan, Max, Jeb,… Fang?
Max
I pulled out my keys, unlocking the door to my office and walking in. I glanced over at the male… whatever he was before sitting down at my desk and starting my voice recorder again.
"He's been unconscious for two days since we put him on nutrients. He should be coming out at any moments, then we can start giving him really food and water. I'm still not sure how I should try and communicate with him, but Dylan keeps telling me I shouldn't even try. I don't want to start and argument with him, but it's gotten to where I just want to scream at him that this… male, whatever he is, is at least mostly human.
"We seem to be growing apart more and more. I'm not sure what I want anymore, just that I don't want us to end on bad terms. I-"
I turned the voice recorder off, turning to look through the open cage area at the form on the bed my father help Dylan and I move in here. The male was groaning, holding his head as he tried to sit up.
I ran over to him, unhooking the nutrients machine from him so that he wouldn't pull the needles out himself. He went quickly into the fetal position, holding his head and groaning loudly.
I rubbed his bare back, waiting for the headache to subside. I had one of my few interns change him into a pair of Dylan's pajama bottoms I found when we first got him here. Since he was taller than Dylan by about two inches (a head taller than me) they only came to about half an inch above his ankles and the black and grey plaid design went well with his skin tone and whole aura.
I'm a descriptive thinker, sew me.
After sitting there with him still groaning for about five minutes, I got up and started my voice recorder again. "Male has woken up with migraine, I'm going to run a quick few test and figure out why."
/Thirty Minutes Later/
"The male had a slight reaction to the nutrients in a way to make me suspect he's never had any food or water on earth before. And, yes, I am suspecting he's not from earth."
I turned the recorder off, sticking it back in my pocket before looking down at the wide eyed… male in front of me. I was standing next to the bed, about to start a regular check up on him. He was laying on his back, staring up at me as he seemed to try and figure out what I was doing.
I put the stethoscope buds in my ears and placed the metal circle on his chest. He flinched at the cold before looking up at me in question. I pointed to him before breathing in deeply and letting it out, trying to gesture that that's what I wanted him to do.
He caught on quickly, taking in a deep breath then letting it out. Next I took out a thermometer, gesturing for him to open his mouth before sticking it under his forked tongue. The tongue looked odd in his human mouth, being much thinner and definitely differently shaped than a regular human tongue.
But it wasn't as odd as what I couldn't believe I missed during all the other checkups I had done when he was out.
"Male has metallic colored teeth, much stronger than regular teeth found in any animals I've studied. Male's temperature is also lower than it should be, though, due to his slight reptilian connections, I suspect that he may be cold blooded. I may need to turn the heat up."
His eyebrows scrunched together as if he was trying to understand what I was saying, confusion completely covering his face. I just smiled at him before walking over to the temperature control on the wall and turning the heat up a few notches, making sure not to go too high.
He continued looking at me, seeming to observe me like I had observed him when he was unconscious: like he didn't know what exactly I was.
My office door slammed open, Dylan walking in holding a fast food bag. I smiled at him before looking back at the male and gesturing for him to sit up. He did so, narrowing his eyes and my boyfriend. Dylan just rolled his eyes, point to me while keeping eye contact with him. "Max," he stated before pointing at himself, "Dylan." The he pointed to him questioningly.
The male just turned his head slightly. I sighed, taking out my phone and pointing to the picture on my phone, "Jeb." Then I gestured to him as Dylan had done.
He nodded slightly and muttered something under his breath. I strained my head towards him, hoping he took that as I couldn't hear him. "Fang," he stated a bit louder.
"Fang," Dylan chuckled dryly, slightly annoyed, "nice." Fang seemed to get his tone, growling under his breath quietly. I reach my hand up to his face, tugging slightly on the hair behind his ear to calm him down. I didn't know how I knew to do that, but it was just a natural reaction for me.
Dylan noticed this, but didn't do anything about it. Why would he need to?
It's not like I was going to start up some relationship with a supposed extraterrestrial.
