The Lost Artifact Of Spode

21

Its been at least a week now since Mel was last home, and he missed it terribly. He barely spoke a word to anyone anymore. He just did what he was told now. Reluctantly and angrily, but he had it done none the less. However, on the brighter side, his co-operation with the Proximians granted him a bit more freedom. They no longer had to restrain him when moving him from place to place, so he finally had his hands free all the time.

However, it was just about the only peice of freedom he had.

Eventually, Mel was brought into what looked to him like a paitent's room in a hospital. Were they finally going to fix him up after all the pain they threw him into?

With a huff, Mel examines his broken wrist. He knew he was supposed to be thankful for treatment, but he couldn't help but grow bitter instead. He's been walking around with these injuries for ages now. Couldn't they do this sooner?!

He sat in on the paitent's table and waited for hours, completely alone in the room. However, Mel wasn't left alone. Just right outside the door a guard waited for Mel. Unfortunately, he couldn't just get up and leave. But then again, why should he? He doesn't know this place, and his ship is long gone on another planet. Trying anything would be pointless. Who knows, they might even start restraining him again.

Finally, the door opens again, knocking Mel out of his thoughts. Two Proximians walk into the room, quietly chatting to each other. To Mel, the two look identical aside from their hair. They wore what looked like more silky-textured clothing compared to all the other garments Mel has seen Proximians wear. One of them has long hair that brushed against the floor, while the other one has it cut short to her chin. 

Mel couldn't help himself from staring at the short-haired Proximian for a moment, finding something about her odd. Short hair isn't at all unusual. Afterall, Mel has his hair cut just above his ears. However, has he never seen a Proximian with short hair before? Surely, she can't be the first.

The two finally stop murmuring to each other when the long-haired one looks up and sees his state. Her face soured at the sight.

"Oh my god," She whispers to the short-haired one. "I see why they were so eager about sending us here now."

Mel grimaced, wondering if he really looked that terrible.

The short-haired one nods. She steps infront of Mel and asks him, "What's everything wrong with you?"

He didn't give her a verbal answer. He slowly lifted his broken wrist, then weakly brushed his hair aside to show her his missing eye.

"Yikes..." the long hair girl murs at the sight.

"Nothing else wrong?" The short hair one asks.

He slowly shakes his head. "Eveything else seems to be healing just fine."

The two start talking to each other again, turning their backs towards Mel to purposefully keep him out of the conversation. He still listened to them, regardless. They were speaking universal afterall, and he had nothing else to do.

"Well, it's clear he needs a new eye. What do we do with the hand, though?" Short hair asks.

Long hair whines. "I don't know human biology, how should we know?"

"Well, he looks a lot like us. It can't be too hard." She hums. "Should we x-ray and work from there?"

Long hair glances back at Mel's hand before turning back towards her coworker. "I mean, if he's anything like a normal person, that kind of injury is going to take at least a year for recovery."

The phrase "a normal person" stabbed Mel in the gut. He grimaced and let out a loud breath. He's the alien here, he reminds himself. Of course he wouldn't be seen as "normal" compared to aliens.