A/N: Ah, hello there again, if you're reading this then that means you got past the incredibly short first chapter. That's good, so here's a second chapter that is short… but not as short as the first. I hope that I'll be able to crank out some good ol' long chapters eventually. And I will personally thank anyone who complements or criticizes any aspect of my work. Right now, all I have to say is that www. Thesaurus. com (without the spaces) is my friend. Oh how I worship the oh so powerful online thesaurus, ah, I throw flowers to thee and sacrifice my time to look up words with your holy search engine.
Chapter 2
The FBI specifically taught me that if the neck or spine of a fellow person has possibly been injured to do as much as possible to leave the head and neck be until medical personnel have the ability to reposition the head and neck, but I didn't know if this logic would or would not apply to the animal before me, so for now I wouldn't touch it.
I heard the sirens of fire engines in the distance, coming from the west, and the presence of a New York Law Enforcement helicopter flew overhead with a blinding spotlight, gracing the scene with its authoritative presence. It would be interesting to see what headlines the media would come up with tomorrow. Until then I would probably report on what I had seen and done, stay for the extinguishing of the orange inferno, and then go home as other, more experienced agents could take over.
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I was assigned to tend all wounds and trauma this creature had received. In other words the FBI wanted to have a few answers ready to release to the press. This way they could have fun prodding the interiors of the ship and not worry as much about the media trying to invade FBI facilities and running into information not meant for the public to know of. Apparently this 'spaceship' had plowed face first onto a street in Harlem and had cartwheeled about four blocks of, luckily, unoccupied asphalt into an empty alleyway, settling in the dead end as burning hunks of twisted metal. There were witnesses, don't get me wrong, they just weren't in the middle of the street that the flaming cartwheel was about to demolish, so no dead innocents, just surprised ones. But none of this was my concern.
My concern is the wellbeing of the creature lying on the dissection table before me. And before you go any further with the assumption you probably just made, no, I am not planning on, nor am I going to perform a vivisection, it was merely the only sterile surface immediately available at the time that we could treat this mammal. So far I have seen no scratches or bruises except for one large cut on this female's forehead of which I am now inspecting. I would have to do one more thing to be able to successfully diagnose a concussion. But I'll leave that out for you, nothing but boring doctoring procedures.
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Alright, now I've gone through the monotony that would have caused some of you extreme boredom, especially those who can't wait five minutes for results. No concussion, which is surprising judging by the course the ship took. No burns, no bruises, no broken bones, no brain trauma, nada. There was nothing to do but get a bandage to patch up the single cut on her forehead. It was as if there was no purpose for my job at this moment; any individual at the crash site could've whipped out a band-aid and slapped it on her bald little forehead so that the money the government had just wasted paying me and my assistants to look over this specimen for any slight sign of injury wasn't wasted. My ability to look this human over directly after an emergency situation could have been done by any of the ambulance personnel, humans, after all, have about 95 of the same genetic code as chimpanzees, but it's not like they knew that or anything. So I got a little cash out of it at least. Fortunately my superior in human studies was unable to attend the greeting with this unconscious human, because he would have made the process go by much quicker than I had, and since everyone here in my field is paid by the hour we ended up with a little more than we normally would have.
Anyway, all we could do at the moment was leave her in a secure room, filled with what she may have had in her previous environment, such as a tire swing, hay, ferns, climbing structures, food and water, and even a few children's toys. Other than that we could do nothing to ease her awakening but wait… or at least all we could do with supplies we already had and a shoestring budget that had been going on a funneling path for the past few years. But that's beside the point, this new human would awaken in a few hours and my superior, Doctor Bleu, would be here in about 40 minutes. Yes yes, his long commute amazes me as well, but he prefers a small house outside of the mansion filled suburb of which he could easily afford good housing, but he prefers to not live in a house that, in his own words, are "built in a factory and then distributed to wealthy suburbs where they are overpriced to make the highest maximum profit possible, trust me, get something done artistically if you want something to be that expensive and still be worth the cash."
So now, we wait.