The White Sheep and The Black Wolf Part17
"X!" Elle shrieked. She dropped to her knees, and frantically for
a pulse. Relieved that she found a faint one, she opened his mouth,
stuck in a finger and tapped the back of his throat. She quickly
rolled him onto his side and jumped back as he began to vomit the
contents of his stomach.
But as the hurling slowed, his body began to shake.
Elle knew she didn't have much time. The convulsions meant he was
going into shock. She propped up his feet and went to find something
to warm him with.
Entering the cockpit, she found Hutak. "Where are the blankets?"
she demanded hastily.
"Don't have any. What with a reptilian body, why would I need
them if I can't produce heat to trap in?"
Elle groaned in frustration. Returning to X's room, she found
that he was shaking violently, and that his skin had turned to an
unhealthy dark hue.
She snatched his human suit from a chair. It would not hold in
much heat but some. As she slipped it on him, she pulled the
threadbare blanket he had laid upon around him.
Her efforts did slow his convulsions a bit, but not all. She
glanced about the room, hoping to find some sort of source of heat.
But then, she realized there's only one.
Elle shuddered and suppressed her disgust. However, what was
needed to be done, needed to be done. Taking a breath, she slipped
into the blankets next to X.
The fatal minutes that would determine whether X would survive
ticked by and seemed an eternity to Elle.
Gradually, though, she saw in improvement in his condition. The
color returned to his cheeks and his breathing became less labored.
For the first time, Elle noticed how much her hands were
shaking. Also her heart beat as if she had ran a marathon. But what
she thought was the most bizarre was that she felt concerned for him.
She knew what doctor-patient concern was, but this was not what she
was experiencing. Somehow, her concern was...deeper.
What's wrong with me? Elle frowned. Since when did she cared so
much for his well-being? Why had she felt glad to see him? And why
did she had guilt for telling him what he needed to know about his
behavior?
She had never had cared so much for another except for...
No! She flinched at the thought and fought to hold back the
stinging tears that threatened to fall. She had promised herself to
never have those feelings again. They may have felt exhilarating, but
certainly not worth it. They left you vulnerable and the result was
heartbreak, she thought miserably.
But what disgusted her the most was that she had these
feelings for X. The same arrogant creep who had no regard for anyone
else, who leaped at the chance to challenge authority. But X reminded
her so much of...him. The lover who promised her the world.
As he laid there, without the smug expression he usually bore
upon his features, he seemed vulnerable. Even despite the despicable
things he had done in the past, Elle felt pity for him, just a
little. After all, he did try to feed her to the berruga.
Elle couldn't help wondering what made X behave the way he
did. What drove him to go to the extreme? Why does he scorn humans so
much? She knew that this scorn was the reason why he never made
friends with the other agents. Yet he got along fairly well with the
aliens, big ears or not. But why not humans? Unless he had an
experience with them, Elle figured.
Suddenly a loud noise brought her out of her thoughts. It
sounded and felt as if the hull was being torn apart.
"X!" Elle shrieked. She dropped to her knees, and frantically for
a pulse. Relieved that she found a faint one, she opened his mouth,
stuck in a finger and tapped the back of his throat. She quickly
rolled him onto his side and jumped back as he began to vomit the
contents of his stomach.
But as the hurling slowed, his body began to shake.
Elle knew she didn't have much time. The convulsions meant he was
going into shock. She propped up his feet and went to find something
to warm him with.
Entering the cockpit, she found Hutak. "Where are the blankets?"
she demanded hastily.
"Don't have any. What with a reptilian body, why would I need
them if I can't produce heat to trap in?"
Elle groaned in frustration. Returning to X's room, she found
that he was shaking violently, and that his skin had turned to an
unhealthy dark hue.
She snatched his human suit from a chair. It would not hold in
much heat but some. As she slipped it on him, she pulled the
threadbare blanket he had laid upon around him.
Her efforts did slow his convulsions a bit, but not all. She
glanced about the room, hoping to find some sort of source of heat.
But then, she realized there's only one.
Elle shuddered and suppressed her disgust. However, what was
needed to be done, needed to be done. Taking a breath, she slipped
into the blankets next to X.
The fatal minutes that would determine whether X would survive
ticked by and seemed an eternity to Elle.
Gradually, though, she saw in improvement in his condition. The
color returned to his cheeks and his breathing became less labored.
For the first time, Elle noticed how much her hands were
shaking. Also her heart beat as if she had ran a marathon. But what
she thought was the most bizarre was that she felt concerned for him.
She knew what doctor-patient concern was, but this was not what she
was experiencing. Somehow, her concern was...deeper.
What's wrong with me? Elle frowned. Since when did she cared so
much for his well-being? Why had she felt glad to see him? And why
did she had guilt for telling him what he needed to know about his
behavior?
She had never had cared so much for another except for...
No! She flinched at the thought and fought to hold back the
stinging tears that threatened to fall. She had promised herself to
never have those feelings again. They may have felt exhilarating, but
certainly not worth it. They left you vulnerable and the result was
heartbreak, she thought miserably.
But what disgusted her the most was that she had these
feelings for X. The same arrogant creep who had no regard for anyone
else, who leaped at the chance to challenge authority. But X reminded
her so much of...him. The lover who promised her the world.
As he laid there, without the smug expression he usually bore
upon his features, he seemed vulnerable. Even despite the despicable
things he had done in the past, Elle felt pity for him, just a
little. After all, he did try to feed her to the berruga.
Elle couldn't help wondering what made X behave the way he
did. What drove him to go to the extreme? Why does he scorn humans so
much? She knew that this scorn was the reason why he never made
friends with the other agents. Yet he got along fairly well with the
aliens, big ears or not. But why not humans? Unless he had an
experience with them, Elle figured.
Suddenly a loud noise brought her out of her thoughts. It
sounded and felt as if the hull was being torn apart.