Helping Hand, That Isn't Supposed To Be Here

Warning, while not graphic or depicted, this story does talk about someone who was mutilated, and has a character who dehumanizes them because they look different.

“That THING Isn’t Human!” Erika shouts shrill as she stares up at the…

A echoy angelic voice responds to her with quick ease “Is he not? His dna compound is the same as yours, he has all the organs a male of your kind has. Two arms, two legs, he shares the same blood as you.. So.. how is he not human?”

“Just LOOK at IT!” Erika screams once more, looking on at the….

“Are you speaking of his physical attributes?” The nurses question brings nothing but a scoff from the girl “While I would be able to understand where you are coming from, I can not.” Her voice echoes harshly in the white slate of the medical room.

“This might only be a bis of mine, but I had spent thirteen grueling days putting him back together” her many eyes blink at Erika, she now starts to pace slightly nervously, wringing her four hands together “It is quite a miracle he had survived. You humans are quite resilient. Even my own kind wouldn’t have lasted what it took to bring him to such a stable state.”

“Mira- Stable-” Erika huffs almost humorously, face twisting with a disbelieving smile, only to diminish as quickly as it came “Stable! A Miracle! That Is No Miracle! It’s A Disaster! Despicable! Cruel! It Looks Ready To Die!” She screams.

Two guards, human and non, come in swiftly, dragging the yelling girl out. Mister Arts, the sol Doctor for the Monster empire comes in just as she is led out.

“Has she been told of the accident regarding her brother?” The woman shakes her head at him.

“I’m afraid not. She seemed to be too caught up in how he ‘isn’t human’ to understand that he is her brother” Arts hums, moving closer to examine the man.

“You did very well. He should have died.”

“Humans are quite resilient” Arts pauses, taking a moment to look up at her.

Then he shakes his head “They are…” he sighs “but not this much… I’m not sure how you did it.. Falling in to the machine like that… It would have killed my kind, should and has killed theirs… but you… you kept him alive.”

She hums “it took thirteen days. Thirteen days without any sleep to fix him. Yet.. she rejects him as her own kind. Why is that?”

“She might when she realizes who he is… Though.. If I may ask you a question” she tilts her head at him, blinking half of her twenty eyes.

“Who.. Who are you exactly?”

“What do you mean? You know who I am Doctor…”

“Arts.. And It’s Scientist… Arts. I’m a Scientist before a Doctor, if you must know… And as a Scientist, and one of the leads who work on this ship. I was alerted something came on this ship almost fifteen days ago. Not human, and not monster” finally, he looks away from Bill, and up at the woman.

“The only two species on this ship. You look like someone I know. That is true, but she knows only about baking, nothing about medical. I would know, I’m over a thousand years old and watched that girl grow…”

He doesn’t move closer, nor does he move away. After all, for some reason this being had found their ship, boarded it without permission, stolen his dear friends face, and spend days trying to bring a corps back to life. Not only trying, but succeeding in doing so.

He had brought his concerns to their captain. A man a little over ten times his own age. Amor and Mark, his and the humans captains, had agreed to just watch. After all, their friend, Tea, had not been killed for this being to take her identity. So, with a heavy heart, they watched, and didn’t whisper a sound to any of the humans or monsters that weren’t in direct or indirect contact with it.

“What exactly are you asking of me, Scientist Arts?” Her head tilts the other direction, eyes still barely leaving his own.

He takes in a deep breath, pulls of his glasses to give them a small wipe, trying to collect his thoughts, himself, his nerves. Then he breaths out in a slow drag “I want to know who you are… What you are… Why you are here.. What you want.”

“Question, Question, Question, Question. I assume? Is this correct, Scientist Arts.” He nods slowly, placing his glasses back on.

“I.. am non of your concern” he tenses at the blunt statement as she continues “that should answer the first two. I am here because I am lost. I was looking for that place.. I forget the name of.. Af? Or maybe it was that” she makes a quick hissing sound “it was a vast of that thing you call… I uh.. Blue? Green?… I had gotten lost on my way looking for the home of the humans.”

“And… why were you looking for their home?” She hums at him once more.

“Your last question should answer it quite quickly, Scientist Arts… I want to know what makes a Human, Human” he shifts from one foot to the other.

“What makes a.. Human… Human?” She nods, then moves and brushes a hand over Bills, which now look similar to her- Teas own.

The question, or statement, give Arts a small pause. What makes a human, a human, or what makes a monster, a monster, wasn’t questioned much on the ship. After all, when you stand a human next to a monster, the answer becomes obvious. Yet, when he looks at Bill, remembers how he was before in accident, then right after, and now. He realizes just how similar the creature in front of him had tried to mimic the data base photos he has to reference, when he is tasked with taking care of sick or injured humans and monsters.

He takes in a small breath, when he finally figures out why the disfigured human is now alive. She had tried to use all of the human information in their data base she could, seemingly replicating what she found, then when it wasn’t enough to keep him alive, started looking though the monster data base.

“You see, Scientist Arts” Arts finds her calling his name repeatedly slightly annoying, as if she is trying to make fun of him.

When he watches her closer, the scientist in him starts to theorize. Is a formality? Or does her kind just do that in their day to day speak? Or does she think that it’s something THEY do? After all, every time someone has spoken to her so far, aside from Erika, they have called her Nurse Tea or just Nurse. They were ordered to do so, as to not cause her to lash out. Yet, She had followed the same.

“The Girl.. Erika.. had said he wasn’t human, because of his exterior.. So What makes a human a human if it’s not the way they look? From what I have gathered, you are all human, but this isn’t the case for some reason or another. You all talk the same, feel the same emotions. It’s just your internals functions and external image that aren’t.” She hums, placing one of her hands on her chin and crossing the other two over her stomach.

“So.. What makes a human, a human?”