All Chapters of Liberated : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

JIA POV I wince as I accidentally catch sight of the port in my chest in the mirror. I have never grown accustomed to seeing the foreign object protruding from my body, even though I have had it for so long now. I drop the damp paper towel I used to dry my hands into the trash and grab my IV pole. I move slowly back to my hospital bed and sigh as I sit down. Just the trip to the bathroom exhausted me, but I wanted to do it on my own. Having to call a nurse and wait for help is awful. I would rather exhaust myself while I can because after I get my medicine in an hour I will be too weak again. A knock sounds on my door as I pull the covers back over my legs, and I say Come in. I smile at my Doctor as he enters a few seconds later and he smiles back at me for a second before coming to sit next to my bed. "Morning, Jia. How are you today?" he asks, and I shrug. "About the same as yesterday and the day before," I reply simply and he nods. "Well, I won't drag this out, your num

JIA POVThe view out my window is nothing special. In fact, the only thing I can see is the side of another hospital. But I have been looking out my window a lot lately, because while it is boring at least it isn't the same white walls I have been staring at for what feels like an eternity. I pull my blanket tighter around my frail shoulders. I can't seem to ever get warm now and I know it's because my time is coming soon. Each day I grow weaker, and angrier. My siblings and my mom have never come to say goodbye. Even after hearing the news that I only had six months left to live. Dad says they are grieving and upset, but I think he says that to make me feel better. I know they are just out there living their lives and pretending I don't exist. Maybe they are pretending I am off at college and not suffering here alone. But I am alone. I am alone and scared. Another tear slips down my face, but I ignore it. The tears I cry every day don't bring me any relief. They don't make me feel

NOLE POV I straighten the cushion on the couch I chose again and step back. I look over the surfaces of the entire room and sigh before rubbing my hand through my hair. The house is pristine. My staff have done a wonderful job preparing my mate's new home, but I am second-guessing every little thing. When I chose the house I was confident in my choice. The main houses' location is close to a public, but well-protected transport pad. There is a mountain directly behind the main house as well, which eliminates any sort of attack from behind our home. I liked the fact that it has ample room for future children. I liked everything about the property including the staff, but now I am terrified of my mate seeing it. What if I chose something a female won't like? What if I focused too much on protection instead of elegance?Perhaps Modok was right to be concerned about selecting the right home. I sigh again and glance at the time. I have two hours before I have to transport to Kea an

Everywhere I turn all I seem to find is bright colors and polite people. The wild scenery outside looks as if it were painted by a toddler. When the door first slid open to reveal their multi-colored planet I was startled and a little overwhelmed, but now it makes sense. Every alien we have passed has been a bright bold color. They are naturally camouflaged with their planet... which also means we stand out like sore thumbs. But our different appearance doesn't seem to bother the aliens at all. We might be outsiders, but positive greetings have been all we have experienced. Not one person has given us the stink eye. "The other humans should be here already," Baalee says as she presses the button to open the door. The door slides open and I look around at the open space. The big room immediately reminds me of a high school cafeteria, and I get a little nervous as several bright-colored eyes turn to look at us. I try to seem unbothered and even smile at a few and they smile back wh

Fiftern minutes. I have been alone for fifteen minutes and I am ready to scream or cry... I don't know which. Yes, I am in a breathtakingly beautiful room. Yes, I am safe and healthy. But none of that means anything to me because once again I am alone in a room. I can't even count on an hourly check from a nurse. I have no one.Tursa gave me a quick tour of my room and generated me some pajamas before saying goodnight, but that only reminded me of my dad's short visits at the hospital. Pleasant, but superficial and short. I need interaction. I need companionship. I refuse to sit by the window and stare out wishing for someone to talk to. I make a quick decision to go to Krystal's room. I slip on some house slippers sitting on the floor next to the luxurious bed. Tursa had pointed out the others' rooms to me when she walked me down the hall so I know which room is whose. I quietly jog down the hall and knock on her door before I can get too nervous. When the door opens I am surprise