She woke alone, and she'd never admit it aloud, but she missed the alien's warm body next to her. It had been curiously comforting to be held. She'd woken a few times during the night, and each time he'd held her securely. One time she'd woken when he'd adjusted the blankets around her. Her heart ached as if he'd grabbed it and twisted it inside her chest. The last time anyone had simply held her had been when her mother was still alive.
She was glad when the door opened and distracted her from thoughts of family. He walked in, carrying a silver mug. "I brought you human coffee. The doctor said you may drink it now." He sat down next to her on the bed, carefully lifted her, and held the cup to her lips. Rose stared up at him. "What are you doing?"
"I am feeding you your coffee."
She pushed his claw away, half expecting him to slash at her. "I can drink it by myself." She looked around at the large, silver room. "Where is this place?"