“Ronal?” a deep voice calls out.
“In here, Yamal,” Daddy replies.
I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to give either of them the satisfaction of knowing I am curious about them. I want to know more about Daddy. I want to stay close to him and never leave his side.
Why am I thinking this way?
I want to be close to him since he is so warm and instantly warms me up. I feel so comfortable around him.
I feel safe.
When was the last time I felt like this? Even on the space station, I always looked over my shoulder, knowing nothing was going to come and harm me but being worried because it was ingrained in me.
Some of the girls on the space station weren’t nice and everyone knew who they were. We all stayed away from them, so we didn’t get on their bad side.
I didn’t run into them since I was on high alert, but I had seen them interact with a lot of other girls. I never wanted to be in that position.
“What’s wrong with her?” the doctor asks. “She looks very pale. Like she is in pain.”
“She wasn’t fed for several days. She quickly drank some formula but vomited immediately,” Daddy explains. “I managed to get some of the liquid in her, but I didn’t want her to drink too much and it hurt her even more.”
“Good call. If she isn’t used to eating much, it could make her really sick. Her body will reject it,” the male replies. “We’ll weigh her in a little bit. Give her small amounts of the formula throughout the day so she stays full but not too much. After a day or two, her body should get used to it.”
How does he know so much?
“Is there anything else wrong?” the male asks. “Has she said anything? Some of the girls have had a hard time adjusting to the environment on Venkoria.”
“She has said a couple of words, but she is very tired. I think she was on the brink of unconsciousness from being so hungry, cold, and exhausted before I got there,” Daddy explains. “I think she might also be hallucinating. She kept talking about wanting to die peacefully.”
The other man hums, and I take a deep breath in.
“She might have been close to dying or felt like she was. But good thing you got there in time and fed her a little. Her body now has some food in it and won’t be eating at itself as much,” the doctor explains. “Can you lay her on the bed so I can run the wand over her?”
Daddy doesn’t say anything, but his grip tightens around my body before he stands and walks.
“She was freezing when I first picked her up, but her skin isn’t cold to the touch anymore. She has some color back in her cheeks,” Daddy explains before he sets me on the bed. “Be a good girl and lie still while the doctor checks over your body.”
When I crack open my eyes, the first thing I see is another large male. Before I can look at his features, my eyes dart to the wand in his hand. He is going to do what with that?
“Don’t worry, nothing is going to hurt you,” Daddy gently says as he runs his hand up and down my arm. “He is going to use this to get all the information about your body. All you need to do is stay still while he moves this to collect the data. It’s not going to touch you, so you don’t have to worry. This is only going to hover over you.”
“Every human is nervous in the beginning when they see it, but don’t worry. You’ll see soon enough that it’s. not going to harm you. I would never hurt you, and neither would your Daddy.” The male smiles at me. “My name is Yamal, and I am a doctor on Venkoria. Any time you are sick, you will see one of us, but hopefully that won’t happen often because you will stay healthy.”
“You will be going to regular checkups, though. We want to get a baseline of how you are and then monitor it,” Daddy adds. “I don’t want to miss one single appointment and risk you getting unwell.”
I purse my lips and close my eyes once again. Daddy is talking like he is keeping me forever, but he can’t possibly do that. The way they treated us in the warehouse and how they brought us here shows they don’t want us.
“Are you feeling any better?” Daddy asks.
I stay silent.
“Little Pet, please answer me. I’m worried about you. I don’t want you to be in too much pain,” he gently says.
“I will not be collecting a urine sample this time since she is so dehydrated. I don’t think she’ll be going to the bathroom for at least a day, even if you feed her regularly. Once she is urinating normally, we’ll collect one then,” Yamal states. “You’ll be able to check whether she is urinating normally when she uses her diapers. I don’t want to take a sample when it’s bright yellow.”
Urine sample?
No way in hell are they going to get a urine sample from me. It’s my bodily fluid. I’m not going to have them just randomly collect it and not know what they are going to do with it.
