It had been a month since I found Nu Jab. He stated that his leg should be healed three days ago but I convinced him to keep on the splint. I told him if he was wrong he risked hurting himself further. That would mean more time spent recovering. In all honesty, I didn't want him to try leaving me.
In my care Nu Jab put on a little bit of weight. He also became more chattery and inquisitive. I told him many things about my childhood. I never talked in depth about UNSC but I told him a few of my thoughts on it. I thought of him as a real friend.
Though, as he constantly insisted he was fine, I felt more insecure about him leaving. The third night I laid in bed and watched him. When he got up in the middle of the night I stayed still. I didn't want to jump to the conclusion he was leaving me. Perhaps he was just going pee.
Then, a few minutes passed and I jumped out of bed grabbing a flashlight. I ran into the jungle and quickly caught him walking towards where his ship landed. The second he saw my light he jumped.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I...I'm all healed up." He said shuffling his feet nervously.
"So? Why are you leaving?" I asked again.
"Because...because..." He started but couldn't finish his sentence.
"You don't know do you? You just want to run back to what you've always known. Despite how horribly you are treated they have you brain washed with fear. Why would you want to go back? Stay here, please." I begged.
"I can't, they would kill me if they found that I stayed by my own will." He said.
"They'll make you tell them where you have been all this time. They will make you tell them where I am. Then they will kill me." I pointed out.
"Are...are you going to kill me if I don't stay?" He asked.
"No...I wouldn't do that. If you really want to leave go on. Just do me a favor and give me a few hours to run." I sighed.
"You've put so much time and effort in your home though." Nu Jab exclaimed knowing exactly how much I loved my home.
"Yeah, shitty things happen to everyone." I shrugged kicking a rock further into the jungle. I was fighting to keep my tears at bay.
"I'm sorry." He said then started walking off. The dam broke and I cried as I watched him leave. When he was a few yards away I called out to him.
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND! I WAS NICE TO YOU, I SAVED YOUR LIFE! NO WONDER YOUR RACE IS TREATED SO BADLY IF THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT OTHERS!" I screamed sobbing as I did. He paused in his walking for a moment, then continued on. I grabbed a rock from the ground and chucked it in his direction. "I HATE YOU!"
He scampered off and left me alone. I stood there a crying mess for a few minutes. Why was this happening to me. I should've killed him on sight! I was weak, I wanted company. I don't want to live alone forever.
I ran back to my home and started frantically packing my things. I had to leave the furs, the food and my furniture. So much time, down the toilet. I was just about done when I stopped suddenly.
"I don't have the will anymore." I admitted to myself. Maybe, them coming and killing me was the best outcome for me. It would be easier than starting all over and living alone for the rest of my life. I dropped my bag and sat down in the pilots chair. I was going to sit here and wait for them to come.
I dosed off in the chair having cried myself to sleep. I had so many regrets in my life. So many things left undone that I wish I had done. I woke up in the morning to the smell of cooking meat. I jerked up in my seat and looked down at the fire pit.
"Good Morning, it's a brand new day." Nu Jab chirped standing on a log to cook.
"Wh...wh..." I frowned looking at him in utter surprise.
"I couldn't do it. You were right. You spared me when you should've killed me. You nursed me back to health and treated me better than generations of Ungoy have ever been. I'm your friend." He said.
"A friend indeed. Thank you Nu Jab, for returning the favor." I smiled.
"You're welcome." He said. I beamed then lunged forward wrapping him up into a hug.
"Oooooo, I could just squeeze you till you pop!" I said then let him go. He wheezed and stumbled a bit when I put him back down.
"That sounds painful." He said.
"It's just an expression. I don't seriously mean I'm going to squeeze you till you pop." I said getting up.
"Oh..." He blinked.
"So, I know what our next project is." I said.
"Our?" He questioned.
"Yeah, you came back. I assume that means you plan to live with me. So that means this is your home. Since this is your home you can help me make improvements." I said.
"Home...home? I like the sound of that. So what are we going to do next?" He asked.
"Make you a bed. Then I say we make you a fancy chair. We'll set it beside the pilots chair. It'll be like we have our own thrones. It just sounds cool and we've got nothing but time out here." I said.
"Makes sense to me." He agreed flipping the meat in the pot. I couldn't stop the smile that lingered on my face all day. I was touched that he came back. Plus, another brain would be good for thinking of ways to make improvements to the den.
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