callisto, an alien from a far away planet, is trapped in a museum of alien artefacts. a man with no name and only a job title finds her and invites her to join him and his companion through space and time.
invasions happen, strange visits and many m...
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CALLISTO DID NOT like hospitals. she wasn't sure if anyone actually did, but she hated them. the doctors and nurses did excellent jobs with helping patients on their too-low wages, but that didn't make hospitals any less uncomfortable. currently, she was stood behind a man who didn't know how to cover his mouth when he coughed and sneezed. did some humans have no concept of how germs spread?
she paid for the sandwiches and drinks the doctor made her go and get from the little shop, thanking the bored cashier quietly, storming out quickly before the man could sneeze any closer to her hair again. she went to a lift, pressing the doctor's floor button. however, the doors didn't close until a woman with a screaming toddler walked inside.
callisto gritted her teeth and glared at the child that stomped her feet in annoyance at whatever her mother had denied. the mother seemed no less annoyed, although her face was more polite towards the child than callisto's, who couldn't conceal her hate no matter how much effort she put into the muscles of her face. the child shrieked for something but callisto didn't make out what she wanted due to the fact her pitch could shatter glass.
"children, huh?" the mother laughed off her child with evident exhaustion. "but they're worth the lack of sleep, aren't they?"
"are they?" callisto shot back, slapping the floor button a few more times as if that could speed up the lift.
"yes." the woman said firmly.
"whatever you say." callisto muttered, grimacing when the child looked at her. "what?"
"bit rude." the mother mumbled, pulling her daughter closer.
"she looked at me." callisto defended, gripping the sandwiches tightly.
"what you here for?" the little girl asked.
"my husband. why?" callisto demanded as if the child was the reason the doctor would've needed to be in this hospital.
"is he dying?" the girl asked bluntly and her mother tutted.
"you can't ask those kind of questions to strangers." her mother tutted.
"but i wanna know." the girl retorted sharply and the mother gave up as the lift doors opened, thinking her child may scream again if she denied her. "is he?"
"no, very much alive." callisto finished, rushing from the lift. "but he won't be if i have to speak to one more bratty shit like you."
callisto whipped back the curtain around the doctor's bed and he grinned up at her, all cosy and tucked into bed in his pyjamas, "hello, moon."
"piss off, doc." callisto grumbled, plopping into the seat beside him, basically throwing his food at him.
"watch it! i'm ill, if you haven't forgotten." he teased.
