Amnesia and Star Child

The ship was still, its hull was badly damaged and pieces of its metal hung suspended in the lifelessness of space, all of it slowly orbiting towards a long distant planet. The ship’s lights were flashing feebly, like a weak heartbeat, and it was only too apparent where a huge chunk of the ship had been torn apart.
The crew aboard would be lucky to survive much longer.
A few weeks at the most.
If they were lucky.
Mike watched as he floated alongside its immense form, his limbs were weak too, unable to reach to the living creature in front of him that had been denied to him for so long.
I’m here, Mike thought. I’m here, you’ll all be okay...
There was nothing for a moment, and then...
As if Mike had been heard, metallic vines reached for him, metal debris unwove themselves like a mass of worms and started latching on to the larger vines coming from the ship’s damaged side.
The tentacles caressed him, lightly taping his face and weaving around his body.
You’re still alive Star Child?
It said.
Mike smiled and nodded slightly.
The ship seemed to be smiling too, it touched the tip of one of the metal vines to Mike’s temple and the ship’s happiness became his own.
Come with us, come home.
The crew aboard were speaking too.
Come with us Star Child, please reconsider and travel the nebula with us... We have much to teach man, please come...
Mike touched the metallic tentacle and stroked it lightly.
I don’t know, he thought sadly. I want to stay and I want to leave just as much - but I’m earthbound.
The tentacles stroked his jaw line and caressed his lips.
We will come for you.
“I don’t know.” Mike whispered. “I just want to be happy.”
The ship’s lights flickered in a wave of sympathy.
We will come for you Star Child...
The tentacles receded and Mike cried out softly - reaching out for the touch he wanted so badly, but it was time to go. The vines that made up the ship sunk back further and further, then started to bind themselves over the gaping wound, so slowly, ever so slowly...
We will free you...
Mike sunk into black again.

~*~*~

Mike had been sleeping for little more than three weeks now, and the guys were at a loss as to what was wrong - this was supposed to be their holiday...
Chester had been starting to talk about getting doctors in to find out what was going on, but the rest of the band weren’t sure whether they should.
He wasn’t losing weight, and he wasn’t becoming dehydrated at any rate.
There was nothing they could do but sit and watch and wait for Mike to open his eyes.