SF Drabble #372 “Somebody’s Going To Emergency”

The alien leaned over him, smelling faintly of nutmeg. “Can you understand my speech?”

Groggily, he answered, “Yes.”

“You are human Christopher Patrick Torolevsky.”

“I… am. That’s me.”

“And you came to this planet for what reason?”

“I… I’m on vacation. With my wife. With… is Mary Elisabeth all right? Is she ok?”

“Do not excite yourself, you are still week. Your mate is alive and uninjured: the Make-haste did not strike her.”

He coughed. “Lucky.”

“Yes. You were very difficult to put back together. It was most challenging. Though, we are fairly certain everything is where it should be.”

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