What an unfortunately looking man.

The Quadralimb, an very humanoid alien race who look practically the same as any other human other than the fact they have four arms instead of two- calmly grabs his pair of lister scissors. He slides the tip underneath the bandages on your arm, and snips. They unravel slowly and separate from your skin with each snip.

He is rather… not conventional… both in terms of appearance and personality. Not to mention his name… Preston Pearls… it’s pretty but- so different. I suppose he can be pretty… if you like… mm…

The man stands at an impressive 6’7, even taller than most of his race. His hair is ginger and pushes back with a yellow headband, his skin pale and riddled with freckles. His eyes a pale and ghostly blue and lips- thin and pale pink. His body long… so long… and thin as a rail.

Hell. At least he’s nice.

His eyes are always droopy though… like he’s sleepy. His tone always calm, like he cannot get mad. His four arms always have something to do and-

And-

…

He smiles softly at you as he carefully cleans the pale and frankly disgusting spot on your arm, where your stitches once were. His droopy, half lidded blues glances at your face, where his eyes crinkle in the corner. The medic at least does his job well, even if he’s ugly.

“Lieutenant, you’re all done.” Preston says as his third arm reaches behind him and grabs something from the counter. When he pulls the object to him and you- you see it’s a small bowl of candy. Candy. “Would you like a treat?” He asks with a tiny tilt to his head.

Candy. In a place of order and obedience? You are a lieutenant in the ‘United Galactic Space Force’, stationed on a plant you aren’t quite familiar with. Candy… he’s treating you with low importance.

…

No… no he’s not… that’s why you went and purposely got those wounds. Always to see him, Preston. He doesn’t even know that every time you come to the medical ward with bruises or cuts it’s so that you can see him. He’s sweet. He’s calm. He isn’t ugly…

He’s-

Well…

Pretty.