I do not own Aliens.
I've had a crush on Michael Biehn just about forever. And Sigourney Weaver is a badass goddess.
The Survivors of LV-426
He doesn't know where he is or when he is.
All he knows is that he's awake.
And . . .
"How do you feel?"
"Like I got my face burned off."
. . . his face hurts.
"Where's Ripley and Newt?"
She comes to slowly, by increments.
Everything white and hazy, bright and abrasive.
She's laying on something soft, covered by something soft.
The air smells sterile and of chemicals.
She senses movement nearby, hears quiet clicks and clatters.
And Ellen Ripley realizes . . .
"Where am I?"
. . . she is no longer in cryofreeze.
She manages to open her eyes, focus them with heavy effort.
"You're at the WayStar Station. You've been here for two days."
On an attendant.
"What about the people I came in with? Hicks. Newt."
Completely covered in a contamination suit.
And speaking . . .
"They're fine."
. . . through an in-suit microphone.
"They're recovering, just like you."
She starts to rise, she has to see them, has to see them alive.
The attendant, a woman, stops her.
"Please. Lay back and rest."
Attempts.
"No. I have to see them. Please."
And the attendant moves faster than she does, there's a sting in her arm.
And Ripley feels a coldness seeping its way through her body.
"There, I've given you a sedative to help you rest."
Limbs thickening and slowing.
Eyelids growing heavy.
"No! I need to see them! I need to see that they're okay!"
And then fighting with every fiber of her being, . . .
"Please, I just need to see . . ."
. . . Ellen Ripley . . .
"Please . . ."
. . . is pulled into darkness.
Never thought I'd write for Aliens before.
But there have been a lot of interesting 'never thoughts' in my life so I guess this is par for the course.
Thanks for reading. Got a whole bunch of little chapters written for your and my entertainment if you're interested.
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