Thread: The Landing

she offered him a small smile, revealing her sharp teeth as she groaned at the burn of the peroxide before nodding. not much, but good quality. she admitted. it will be enough. she assured him blinking at him with her large golden eyes. my people call me Alma. she assured him. it is a good name to call me. she promised swallowing thickly as she lay on her side so he could get to her injuries. the only one that was truly worrying one was the one on her side, the shrapnel and burns, the rest where already bandaged, and where as simple as cuts, though some where deep enough to have needed stitches she didn't complain about it, they weren't bleeding, and she could do that herself. she hesitated at the pills, but took them anyway as she swallowed the water down eagerly, coughing a little and then gently laid her head down. ok. she whispered softly, letting him know that she was ready. she growled at the feeling of his tweezers sinking into her flesh, shuddering violently and unleashing an animalistic hissing sound as he clicked against her bone, but she didn't jerk, hell she didn't even twitch, she just hissed and then gritted her teeth as he started to pull out the shrapnel, keening in pain as he pulled out each one, her voice soft and clear like water or bells, but she didn't move even an inch, and no tears fell from her eyes. a remarkably strong creature she was. she panted hard once he was finished, her eyes closed as she rested from her ordeal before looking at the wound hesitantly. ... there's dirt. she whispered. need... cloth?... and water. she admitted swallowing thickly. she hated to use such a precious thing as water to wash her wound, but she didn't have anything else to clean out her wound. and... needle? she asked, looking for the right words. yes, needle, and thread... thick but not fluffy, smooth... she closed her eyes, resting until he found her the items. and then she did something shocking... she sat up, and started washing her own wound out, hitting in pain as she cleared out the dirt, took the needle and the thread he had found, and started stitching up the holes in her own flesh, grimacing in pain, but diligent in her work. it was the same thing you might see in earth soldiers, they often had to perform minor surgery on themselves. she looked up at him and smiled again. my many thanks Jacob'Burns. she stated softly as she clipped off the last tie of her stitches and started bandaging herself up. you did a good job, i thank you greatly for it. she admitted, remaining seated on the couch, her head tilted at him. i have hovered above your earth for nearly three years now, studying your world. she admitted watching him. i have learned... very little and thought to come down to learn better on a first hand experience, but... something just inside of your atmosphere attacked me and my engines where blown up. she admitted licking her lips a little. i crashed, and my ship immediately began to employ self defense maneuvers and sprayed a highly flammable liquid all over everything so my technology would not fall into violent hands. she studied him for a moment then. my world is approximately four and a half light years away. and i am about 73 earth years old. she admitted offering him an amused grin. and am still considered very young. she admitted finishing the last of her bandages. we are a peaceful, but warrior people. she admitted laying back onto the couch now that the cleaning, stitching, and bandaging was done, panting softly. i am very tired... she admitted softly. may i rest?