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The surgeons were very discontent and rushed me to the OR. The humanoid vixen going out of my line of sight as I feel something burrowing into my chest the pain unbelievably powerful I scream in agony as the surgeons began to operate to get this creature out of me.

Once the operation light hits me I struggle to see as one doctor grabs onto the creature with a pair of supped up clamps and starts pulling it out. The creature squeals and shrieks parasitically trying to burry deeper into my chest.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!!" I yell in pain, kicking and slamming a fist on the table. Two nurses come quickly on holding my legs down, the other holding my arms. "GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!!!" I scream in agony as more doctors rush in.

It takes three doctors, all with clamps, to pull the thing out and throw it into a container, then seal it. They work at repairing the flesh and tissue that this creature ruined. With their sophisticated medical equipment they heal the tissue and flesh but can't heal the broken bones and ribs they try their best but the technology has not gone that far to heal broken bones in an instant. They can accelerate it to heal in a few days but not in an instant.

With no pain reliever I feel every little pain all gathered together. This is by far the worst of anything I have ever experienced.

A guard rushes in and takes a side arm and shoots the parasite inside the container then throws it into an incinerator. "It's smart. Is he clean?" The guard points at me. The doctors nod and the guard rushes out. More gunfire can be heard.

"Wait the..." I roll off the table and fall onto the ground sharp pains from my ribs and chest go through me. "WAIT!" I shout coughing up blood. Then get to my knees then to my feet rushing the door.

"SIR!," The doctors and nurses shout as I take my side arm and point the muzzle at them, then stumble out into the hall as I use the wall for support. I follow the gunfire stumbling dizzy blood dripping from my chest and chin. I see flash from another OR and stumble then fall to the floor as I see the guard rush out of that room and onto quarantine where the vixen should be.

"WAIT!" I shout as loud as I can then fall to the floor. My helmet losing its grip to my head and popping of as my eyes meet the guard who quickly realizes I am his captain. "Wait..." I cough blood, and gasp for air. "Do- Don't" I get to me knees then my feet and slowly make my way to the quarantine entrance. "Don't kill her, save her." I order.

Nurses rush out to me and grab me and take my side arm away as I put my hand on the class of the quarantine entrance. "Yes... Sir," He said as the nurses pulled me away.

"Sir you need to relax Sarah is fine." One of the nurses said blankly.

"No!! Not her! The Vixen!" I scream throwing the nurses off of me and stumbling to the key pad to the quarantine area. I am half way through the entry key when a needle enters my neck and a fluid is aided into my blood stream. My vision gets fussy and I start to fade in and out not able to control my body as the nurses regain control of me.

"Sir we will dooo wwhat wweee can..." My senses go from normal to weird tingling all over my body, no sense of smell, sight is waive and fuzzy, as I black out.

The reoccurring nightmare I usually have never even occurs. I dream of a large field a waterfall to my left and just to the right of the pool of water a tree where the vixen sits reading a book. I walk out of the darkness and approach the vixen with caution. I hear the rumble of jets in the sky and the sounds of soldiers marching in the distance. As I get closer I see the vixen in the uniform she was found in, and that side arm that seemed so alien, in a holster on her left side. I get closer and my footsteps get her attention. She looks up and stands quickly as she is in surprise and draws her weapon and aims it at me in fear. I put my hands up and take my helmet off. A loud sonic boom occurs in the sky above and a huge ship roars through the planets atmosphere. The ship is huge and on fire with yellow smoke trailing it. The ship slams into the ground with tremendous force. She turns back to me and screams as she shoots.

I jolt awake covered in sweat, breathing labored and hot. I look around and realize I am in a recovery room. I feel my chest the wound has healed and left no scarring thanks to technology. But I feel soreness and see bruising on my rib cage and notice distortion. Flesh is easy to heal, broken bones not so easy. I turn to the side of the bed and slowly get up. At first it's hard to keep my balance, but I soon regain it and carefully walk to the bathroom, after returning to the bedside I find my uniform and get dressed in it. I pull the separation curtain to the side so I can get through and exit the room into the hallway, I care fully walk down the hall and head for the quarantine area a nurse pass me staring she stops when I make eye contact and she carries on down the hallway. Doctors talking in a group go silent as I pass them. I remain silent as I approach the door, and enter the pass code. It beeps access denied, think I did it wrong I type it in once more, still get a beeping access denied. I turn to the doctors and stare, they swallow in fear and one steps up.

"Here sir," he said as he entered a code, it worked and turned green. I walked through the entrance with the doctor at my side, the others stare at us as the airlock closes and a disinfectant light radiates over our entire bodies I feel a little bit of a burn in my eyes. "Sir I am glad to see you up," He said nervously. I stared in front of me as the second door opens and I walk though it, he follows close. "Um sir, you- you should know that wile she is stable physically she seems not to be-." He sighs,

"Spit it out..." I look at him briefly.

"Sir... she seems to not be mentally stable. Every time she awakes she starts screaming and throws things. She is surprisingly strong she during one incident picked private Brickle and threw him across the room when he entered to give her a meal." He walked close.

"I want to see her." I said looking him straight in his eyes.

"Sure there is a window right over here sir," He walks to the window and pulls up the screen covering it. I walk to the bolt locked door and enter the lock it behind me and takes a chair and wedges it to keep the door locked. "Sir? Sir!" He bangs on the door as I walk quietly over to the vixen sleeping in a bed.

She awakes to banging, looks at the window and charges it growling loudly. I stand quietly as she sees my reflection and turns growling as I un-holster my side arm and raise it she growls louder and I set it down on the table. "Easy..." I say softly she growls at me her fur rising a little. "Easy... It is okay just I'm gonna sit done now." I slowly pull the chair next to the dinning table out looking at the vixen but getting into eye contact I slowly sit down and take the clip out of the hand gun and uncharged it. She growls at me as I slide the weapon to the opposite end of the table near her. She looks at the side arm and slowly walks toward the table looking me in the eye. I put the live round and the clip into my right pocket and look at her hands, they tremble and shake, and I put my hands on the table and keep them in view as she slowly gets closer to it. She reaches for the firearm and takes it into her hands she looks over it and takes it into her left hand closes the bolt and aims it at my head then aims it at the window, she pulls the trigger and a loud click is heard as the firing pin jolts forward. She throws it at the ballistics glass with all her strength but it doesn't even chip. She yells and starts beating her fists on the window in anger. After a few minutes she turns to me and yells speaking in a language I do not even comprehend.

She picks the side arm up and throws it now at me. It misses my head only by inches.

"Hey now," I shout, "I am NOT the enemy!" She growls her ear flat pointing behind her. She gives me a cat like hiss. The doctor runs over to the intercom to the room.

"Sir you need to get out of there! She is unpredictable!" His voice comes from a speaker in the ceiling.

"Maybe that because you treat her like she is a prisoner, I know its quarantine but you should be social with her." I said quietly, she hissed at the speaker, then at the doctor. "Hey you," I said at her then added, "relax no one is going to hurt you." I point at the chair next to her she looks at my finger and then at the chair, then back at the finger, "Sit please." I added the please to not seem demanding. Her tail swishes angrily side to side as she stares me down. "If you're looking for a fight you are not going to get one, now SIT!" I point at the chair getting impatient. Her ears lay flat then she looks at the chair takes her tail and sits her tail wrapped around and in her lap. She stares at me her ears still flat against her head. Bandages are wrapped around her waist and her left forearm. "It is good to see you are still alive, must have been hell on that ship?" I said in a relaxed way. I then sigh and look at the one way mirror "I'm sorry about how we have treated you, my men have just been following protocol." I look at her; she was staring at me in an awkward way. "You probably have no idea what I am saying but I feel that if I say what I am calmly that you maybe able to read my body language and get the jest of what I just said." I sighed heavily. After a few minutes of silence she seemed to relax a little, her shoulders seem so slouch forward and she sighed after a wile seeming to show signs of being sleep deprived.

She mumbled something that even if I heard it clearly I would probably not understand it at all. I get up and go over the firearm that is now completely destroyed. The force she had behind it smashed the muzzle and slide of the sidearm against the wall behind me and the now useless firearm laid in pieces in front of me. I picked the pieces up and put them on the table.

"Damn you're strong." I said looking at the sidearm.

"Yep..." She said softly...

Sometimes when you are under the oppression of someone, it is better not to speak their native language to prevent any abuse. - Capt. Francis Arnold

End of chapter 3-" isolation"