AN- I specialise in short but regular updates. Once a story is finished, I go back and edit it by joining several chapters together. Enjoy this short chapter.

Slowly, she came back to herself. The muted mechanical sounds around her, coupled with a hard surface beneath her and a distinctly sterile quality to the air led her to believe she was in a med-bay.

Groaning, she blinked her eyes open. There was no one there. Frowning, she sat up, and soon regretted it. Flinching her eyes shut in a vague attempt to stop the room from spinning, she froze. Forcing herself to take sharp, controlled breaths through her mouth, she listened. There was someone behind her, walking towards her bed. She'd say it was a medic, but the sound of their boots was odd. Almost like the click of high heels, mixed with the clang of metal boots.

She twisted around and opened her eyes to see who it was. Her body protested, stomach lurching. She caught a flash of metallic purple as she leaned over her bed, trying not to throw up on her bed. As she finished expelling what felt like everything she'd ever eaten, she gasped for breath, wiping her mouth with the edge of her blanket. Raising her head, she saw clawed feet. Looking further up, she saw one of the same aliens she'd run into before she'd passed out.

They stared at each other for a long moment, before Hannah flopped back onto the bed. 'What am I supposed to do, throw up on him? I'll panic later.'

Closing her eyes, she rested her head on the pillow. The alien stayed still for a long moment, before the click-clang noise resumed. He stopped near her head on the left, the other side of the bed from where she'd unceremoniously vomited. She opened her eyes to stare at him.

The mandibles on his face fluttered. Maybe she'd annoyed him? Decaying food and stomach acid was never a nice smell. Or maybe he was confused? Either way, it was her doing. She smirked at him, enjoying his agitation.

Leaning back against the pillows, she let herself drift off again.