Arranged to the Alien

23 | Planet 51

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"Let me out!" Posie screamed as she banged on the door so hard, her fists would surely be bruised later. She let out a small cry and paused her attempt to escape to breathe through another contraction. Fear gripped her heart as the contractions grew closer and closer together, signaling her that her body would soon be telling her to push.

Once it passed, she scanned the room for the upteenth time. She's been trying and looking for a way out for hours now, but maybe there was something she missed the previous times she searched the room to help her escape. But alas, the room had nothing more than a small hospital bed. The lack of paint on the drywalls and the cool, clean gray tiles beneath her feet told her this room had never been used before. It may have even been rushed in loo of her arrival.

Before she could even open her mouth again, armed men flooded her room. Four of them manhandled her, one on each of her limbs to get her onto the bed. Her weak, sweaty body fought as hard as she could, but there wasn't much she could do as they handcuffed her right arm to the bed.

"Hey!" She yelled and swung at one of them with her free arm, but it was easily dodged. They left without saying a word.

She spent hours alone, handcuffed to the bed. Though she was on the massive aircraft that brought the humans here, she could tell they haven't left the planet yet.

Sweat beaded her forehead as she felt a extreme pressure down there, her body screaming at her it was time to push. It wasn't until then that a doctor and nurses filled the room. She wanted nothing more than to kick and push them away, but right now, her body screamed at her to get this baby out of her. Two nurses held her legs in place, a doctor waiting down by her nether regions.

It was a horrific, terrible pain that she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy to endure. If it didn't mean it brought her baby into the world, she wasn't sure she'd want to go through it ever again. It wasn't long until her baby's cries filled the air, making tears of her own spring to her eyes. Tears of relief, but also tears of grief knowing her husband didn't get to witness the birth of their baby.

She melted at the sight of her child and reached out to pull the baby on her chest. To her dismay and absolute horror, they took her baby away. "What are you doing? Is my baby okay?" She exasperated, fearing something was wrong with her child.

There was no answer.

She cried out as she sat up and screamed, "give me my baby!"

The nurse glanced up, seemingly bored with her antics. "We'll be back." With that, the nurse and the baby were gone.

"No, what..." she slurred, exhausted from labor. "Where are you taking my baby?"

"Please lay down, you have tearing." The doctor ordered and got to work.

"I don't care!" She snapped, tiredly, and held back a cry when the doctor got to work with his stitching. "Where are they taking her!?"

"It needs to have a few tests run to make sure it's healthy." He replied rather plainly.

She flinched at the word he used to describe her baby. "It." Not him, her, or the baby. Just, "it."

"I didn't even get to touch them." Posie spat.

The doctor finished his final stitch and removed his gloves. "And you probably never will."

Before she could retaliate, she was interrupted by the sound of a lifeless, slow clap. "Congratulations!" Antonio exclaimed with no enthusiasm in his voice, entering the room. "You were out first success."