*"What did you bring on our ship?"*
*"A specimen from the desolate planet we visited. I found it among some ruins, I think it might be one of the surviving sentient species."*
*"Sentient? Look how unruly it's behaving, the thing is but an animal."*
*"Wait, do you see it leaking fluid from those gashes? I think it might be wounded, that would explain the odd behaviors."*
*"What do you expect me to do? I have not the slightest clue how these creatures work."*
*"Try something, we can't let it bleed to death, especially if it might be the last of its kind."*
*"Fine, I'll close the wounds, but I can't promise anything."*
The small human child laid still on the operation table.
His mouth, nostrils, and eyelids had been stitched closed with such precision that he almost appeared to have a blank sheet of skin instead of a face.
The alien creature looked over its work with pride.
*"The specimen seems calmer now, have we saved it?"*
*"Only time will tell, only time will tell."*