A/N: Hello everyone! BookSurgeon here! I am in the process of rewriting all 3 chapters of the story for you all, to make the storyline feel less rushed in general. As an overview, Ch. 1 has had minimal changes, but Ch. 2 and 3 will undergo large overhauls on most everything. Read from the beginning again to get a full sense of the changes!

Just a few quick notes: There are not going to be any initial appearances from canon characters! They will all be OCs at least for the first few chapters. The main character that I am writing as is a character based somewhat off myself. Finally, please Fave, Follow, and Review!

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It was another slow night, as usual. I sat at my desk in the center of the emergency department, surrounded by a square of long desks covered in monitors and paperwork. The nurses at those desks were trying to keep themselves busy while we waited for results for the only patient of my shift so far. This tends to happen late at night working at a somewhat rural hospital, you don't get too many patients without a car wreck or some other trauma. Already hours into my shift as attending physician, I take my time with my late-night dinner: cold pizza. Again.

I really should have taken that job in the city, even though the pay wasn't as good. Damn it… I mused as I took another bite of my five-star meal. Just as the thought of writing up my resignation enters my mind, the ambulance phone starts ringing, its loud beeping making me quite literally jump for joy. The charge nurse, Angie, beats me to the line and picks it up, shooting me a victorious grin as I wait for her to get the details of the call.

As she hangs up the receiver she calls out, "Alright everyone, hunting accident coming in! 34-year-old male, single gsw to the shoulder. They're right around the corner, get ready!" At these words my team springs into action.

"Prep the Trauma Bay Diane!" I say, letting all the nurses hear me as they start putting on their own sterile gowns and prepping the room.

"On it Dr. Hartford!" Diane tells me before grabbing the trauma cart from the hallway. Taking a gown for myself from the dispenser, I get ready for the ambulance to arrive, finally putting on a pair of gloves as the flashing lights get closer to the ramp.

The paramedics opened the doors, rolling our new patient into my department. "Hey Doc, Charlie Gaines, 34-year-old, hunting rifle to the left shoulder. Slightly hypotensive, heart rate 143, sats at 94%. We applied a pressure bandage in the field and hung a liter saline to try and help the hypotension. No allergies, no immediate family we could find."

"Thanks Rick, I've got him" I reply, taking in the information as we wheel the man into the trauma bay. "Let's get him onto the bed, people. Ready… lift!" On my word we moved the patient over to the trauma gurney, nurses instantly on him hooking up our own monitors and cutting off his shirt to get a better view. "Let's start him on a unit of O neg, get the pressure back up."

Seeing as how the paramedics brought him in unconscious, it makes my job even easier since the man instantly becomes more cooperative for us. "Angie, let's get a chest X-Ray, I need to see if that round is still in his shoulder!" She lowers the overhead x-ray machine and positions it just right. Once my staff and I are out of the room, we take the image, the results showing up instantly on one of our monitors in the bay.

"Alright people, looks like that bullet's still hanging around. I'm going in to take it out, and then we can assess and see if he needs surgery. Forceps please…" Holding out my hand, I feel the end of the forceps and take it from the nurse, angling the lights to get a view inside the wound. Spotting the large bullet, I make a move with my forceps, taking the end and gently removing it. "Shit, hemostat! The bullet nicked an artery, he needs to get to the OR." Taking the hemostat, one of the nurses applying suction, I try and find the bleed. After a few precious seconds pass, I get a clear view finally and clamp the artery, stemming the flow of blood for now.

"Finally, he's stable, get him upstairs!" I say to no one in particular, as a pair of techs make their way in to roll him to the OR. Letting out a breath I didn't even notice I was holding, I turn to my team. "Nice work everybody. It wasn't too life threatening but that bleed had me worried there!" I chuckle, all of us heading back to our desks after shedding the sterile garb.

Just as I'm about to settle in and finish my dinner, though, A loud whooshing hits my ears, and it's getting ever louder. "What's that sound, guys?" The nurses all look up, trying to figure it out, but our questions are soon answered as a loud Crash! is made, followed by the straining sound of bending metal. I jump out of my seat and rush to the ambulance doors, looking through the windows into the dark to find a long, pointed… thing… illuminated by small fires in the grass around it. My team and I rush outside, the nurses in the rear bringing a gurney and some supplies, since at first it seemed to us as some sort of plane crash. As we all got closer, though, we found out we were wrong. Whatever this was, it wasn't a plane, or any craft I had seen before. "Space junk?" One of the techs guessed.

"Looks like a rocket…" "Is this the government?" "Little green men might be in there!" Some around me were shocked, trying to find out what it was, or even cracking a nervous joke as I made my way over to what looked like glass, and possibly a cockpit. As I crouched down in front of the dark glass, a clawed, three-fingered hand smacked its palm against the inside, making me shout and scramble back before it falls back into the darkness. "My god there's someone in there, and it's not human!" With gasps and a few scared shouts, the nurses and techs gather behind me as I stand back up. "Uh… someone, get the fire extinguisher!"

After I have the heavy red cylinder in hand, I raise it high and bring it down on the glass cockpit. "What are you doing Cole? That thing might want to kill us!" Angie says to me, concerned. Seeing a small crack form, I turn to her before striking again. "Or, they might just need help! In any case, it looked to me like it passed out in there, so a: we have a responsibility to help it and b: it won't be able to hurt us. Just stand back…" I take the extinguisher to the glass again, widening the crack, and after a few good hits, the glass cracks around enough for me to break it out, revealing a figure clouded in smoke and what looked like soot from some sort of fire.

"Help me out here!" I say, starting to drag it from its pointed craft. A tech brings over the bed, and after rolling the figure onto its back, the group of nurses and I use all our strength to lift the thing onto our gurney. "Let's get it inside."

While we're moving back into the ER, I get a closer look at the 'pilot'. It seems to have some sort of helmet on, with an almost T-shaped visor in the center and a pointed end on the back of it. Its uniform, or armor, had a very high collar, or cowl around it, and tapered to a pretty thin waist. Everything was a dark blue and black from the fire. As we made it into one of our exam rooms, I came up with a plan.

"Alright everyone. I figure we might only hurt it more if we try to treat it, so let's start by trying to get this helmet off, shall we?" I get a few hesitant nods as I run my fingers along the edge, looking for a latch or seal of some sort. After a short while searching, I find a release of some sort, and with no other option I press it, a click and hiss following as the helmet separates from some type of body suit. I take the helm gently, and do my best to slide it off carefully. What I reveal makes everyone's jaws drop, as we look at the face of mankind's first extra-terrestrial.

The face we can see looks very rigid, almost plate-like. The color of the plates is a grey-white, a very exotic looking color, but beautiful in a way. Through a somewhat loosely hanging mouth, I notice a set of sharp, pointed fangs for teeth, and two thin mandible-like structures on the side of the jaw. A short set of pointy 'scales' on the creature's head extend just over the top and slightly back. Lastly, I see deep purple markings on its seemingly feminine face, going across the plated brow and down the center of the very flat nose.

Out of nowhere, as my team looks over the seemingly dead alien, its eyes flash open, as wide as can be, irises a cold, icy blue looking around the room as the 'mandibles' flare wide, mouth open as it takes in a quick, raspy breath. As its breath returns to normal, its eyes drift shut again, as it slips into what I can only guess is exhausted unconsciousness.

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