hand. "Dr. Stewart, are you Miss Davison?"


"Yes, you treated him? Can I see him?"


“Of course, follow me.” He went ahead and she marched afterwards, through the long corridors, a few floors higher, through corridors again, until he led her through a door into a small room. From there you could see into the intensive care unit through a pane of glass.There was a bed near the window. She went closer and took a closer look at the figure lying there. The innumerable devices to which the man was connected ticked and beeped rhythmically. The face was hard to see, one eye was swollen, and there was a thick plaster on the nose, probably broken. There was a larger wound on the forehead that had been sewn with countless stitches. The arms were exposed and full of scratches, bruises, and burns. His long black hair was tied up.


"Were there any special features.? Tattoos, or something like that?" She asked, her gaze still fixed on the figure.


"No, we haven't found anything yet, but tomorrow, after more detailed investigations, we will know more. We will then contact you."


"Yes, thank you, I'll go now." She turned away, disappointed. 'What did I expect? But an alien? 'Inwardly, she was annoyed that she had come here in the first place.She ran through the corridors again and left the building.