Mysteries of the Night
Arthur sat in a private examination room at one of Manhattan's most exclusive clinics, tapping his fingers against the armrest as he waited for the physician.
Edwin had arranged this checkup immediately after bringing him home, insisting that Arthur have his injuries assessed thoroughly, given the severity of the crash.
Dr. Hastings, a seasoned physician who had treated some of New York's most high-profile figures, entered the room and greeted Arthur with a firm handshake. He began his examination, thoroughly checking for bruises, fractures, and any signs of trauma.
"Well, Mr. Grayson, you're in excellent shape, which is surprising, given the nature of your accident," Dr. Hastings said, leaning back and looking at Arthur with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. "You say you remember a light? And… then you were just—better?"
Arthur hesitated. How could he explain what he saw? That glowing woman, the warmth that seemed to knit his bones and ease his pain?
"I remember… a figure," he finally said, choosing his words carefully. "It was like an angel or some sort of… energy. She healed me, I think. I know how it sounds, but that's what happened." He glanced at Dr. Hastings, expecting skepticism, but the doctor only nodded thoughtfully.
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Dr. Hastings jotted down some notes. "I don't know how you managed it, but every test shows you're as fit as ever. If you experience anything unusual, though, let me know." With that, the doctor left, and Arthur sat for a moment, still replaying the events in his mind.
Meanwhile, across the city, a young fisherman on the Hudson River had pulled a young woman from the icy waters earlier that morning.
Her clothes were strange, shimmering with an iridescent glow, and her skin was pale but flawless, as if untouched by earthly elements.
She coughed and spluttered, gradually regaining consciousness, her piercingly clear eyes locking onto his in gratitude.
"Where… am I?" she murmured.
"You're on the Hudson, miss," the fisherman replied, helping her sit up. "Are you alright? How'd you end up in the river?"
The girl tilted her head, scanning her surroundings with a mixture of wonder and confusion. "I was… helping someone, a human, I believe. I am not from here. My name is Aelira," she said, a gentle sincerity in her voice. "I am from a distant world, far beyond your stars."
The fisherman's eyes widened as Aelira continued, explaining how she had come to Earth with her technology and a device that aided her. "But I lost it when I was helping that man. My assistant is somewhere nearby, I'm certain. It's linked to me."
The fisherman's hands trembled as he listened to her story. Despite her gentle demeanor, the realization dawned on him that this woman was not of this world. The fear took hold, and he stumbled backward, nearly tripping over his own feet.
"Stay away from me!" he shouted, backing away. Without waiting for a response, he turned and sprinted down the riverbank, leaving Aelira alone, disoriented and shivering on the shore, her eyes wide with worry as she clutched her chest, feeling the faint pulse of the lost device somewhere in the city.