"Try to rest Little One."

Rest?? How the fuck am I suppose to rest!

You scramble across the floor to grab the food as soon as the doctor disappears from view. You hadn't realized how hungry you're feeling. Something about having your chromosomes messed with must work up an appetite.

You're pretty sure that you're being watched through the walls, but it feels a little more comfortable without a raving alien looming over you.

You climb back into bed, sitting up, back against the mirrored wall. You close your eyes and try to think.

You remember driving home, and Ol Ness breaking down. Then it gets fuzzy.

Holding it in two hands, you bite into the fruit. Your eyes snap open. You don't know what you're eating, but that first bite filled your mouth with the most intense flavor you'd ever experienced. You practically attack it, biting off chunks of the stringy green flesh. The juice is thick and sticky. It's hard to swallow eating so fast, but you don't slow down.

You're out of breath by the time you inhale the entire thing. All that's left is a black oblong pit the size of a shampoo bottle.