Samantha wanted to help Joy. She knew Dr. Price had planned on creating a hybrid, then selling the child after it's mother had been disposed of. It was sick, he only cared about the money he would get from the sale of the hybrid baby.
She wasn't sure who was lined up to make such an expensive purchase or why, but they most definitely would not like any interference from her or Joy.
Samantha had to make Joy act as if she knew nothing. If Dr. Price caught on one little bit, they would both be dead. She had a plan to get into the computer and find out just how much time they had.
As Joy drove back to her motel she cried. Again the thought of being pregnant made her remember just how alone she was. No one would miss her if she vanished into thin air.
In that moment, Joy decided she would go through with becoming pregnant with the yautja's baby, because she knew that once a new life was growing inside her, Joy knew she would survive. She would keep the baby and protect its father. Joy would save the three of them, and become a mother.
Dr. Price sat waiting in his office for a man named Weaver Call. He was the person who held all the cards right now, and the cash.
As Weaver sat across from Dr. Price he asked if the doctor had made any progress with the hybrid. Dr. Price was shocked; Joy had only been involved for a short time, and she would need some minor adjustments to her blood so she could conceive with the alien.
The doctor explained that she wasn't physically ready yet, and that she needed more time to emotionally attach herself to the yautja. He also explained that it was a good idea that the pregnancy occur naturally, by sexual intercourse.
Weaver then perked up, he was exited and asked if he could present when the alien fucked her.
Dr. Price told him that it wouldn't be a show, this was going to be hard to accomplish and everything had to rely on timing. It meant that sex between Joy and the yautja could happen at anytime, especially when the alien was affected by her pheromones.
"Just get her fucked and pregnant", Weaver said.
Joy arrived to the facility at seven am. She was ready to start healing Kiv'irka and help his spirit come back.
As Joy walked down the long corridor to his room she heard a horrible sound. It was Kiv'irka, he was so violently ill, she almost snapped her key card trying to open his door.
What she saw made her seethe with anger. The yautja was left strapped to his bed vomiting on himself. Without thinking she unhooked his locked arms and legs and with all her strength sat him up.
He was withdrawing from all the sedatives and poison they forced him to take. She hopped up on the bed with him and held a hospital pan to his face so he could vomit without soiling himself further.
When he finally heaved up all the bile he could, Joy propped his head up so she could get some things to clean him up with.
Joy started with his face, then his body. She could tell he still felt like shit, but the soothing warm water and change of bedding helped.
He looked so lost, alone. He was in pain and it broke Joy's heart. She then got a bottle of fresh water for him to drink. Joy positioned herself by his upper body and held the bottle as he took small gulps from it. She knew he was exhausted, but he needed comfort so she took his massive head and leaned it against her chest and whispered " I know it hurts"
Kiv'irka pov...
He was sick again. With no solid food in his stomach he was only able to heave up bile, it burned so badly. The gagging made his body ache, he wanted to die. He was finally ready to give up.
As he laid strapped to a table vomiting all over his body, he thought this was his own version of hell. It felt like he would never escape it, he was ashamed.
Then the ooman female came and treated him so gently and kind, he thought he was dead. The simple care she provided gave him some relief, and her words were so soft. He listened to her heart beating as he lay on her chest and fell into a deep sleep.
Joy noticed the yautja was sleeping heavily, and decided to continue cleaning him and she needed to get the oil on his skin so he would at least not be itchy. She also needed to start thinking about giving him solid food, his body needed it to heal.
After Joy bathed him, she took a generous amount of oil and warmed it. She worked it over his entire body and "hair". She thought he was beautiful, and started to wonder what their baby would look like.
Kiv'irka pov...
When he woke up she was gone. He felt clean, and his hands didn't crack open with dryness every time he moved them. He was grateful to her for this, but it made him also realize his plan was well on it's way. The ooman was already starting to care too much.