You were a scientist who had the delight to care for and check on an alien. His name was Spencer. He was always a stoic, cold guy, or at least he acted like one.

One day, you were coming in to check his vitals. He was lying in his bed. You walked over. He noticed you and sat up. You placed a stethoscope over his heart, listened, then pulled away. He reached his arms up to stretch and accidentally hit you in the jaw. He stopped, looking up at you. "Are you okay?" He asked, clearly worried.