Amnesia and Star Child

A fortnight on, Rosie staggered into the garden where Mike had last been, she was exhausted having travelled so far so quickly.
Her body could go for days without a good feed, and she had done so, pushing as hard as she could to make it back. Now she was so weary of her exertions she curled up under a tree and closed her eyes, hungry and thirsty, but too exhausted to move.
The telepathic links with Mike had strengthened again, she knew he was okay, but she had to get there and see for herself.
Rosie sighed and dragged herself back to her feet.
Only the love for Mike would make her torture herself like this. A human of all creatures!
Rosie ambled on all fours down the street, moving almost like a drunken, misshapen crab, grief, she could barely stand and yet she was still forcing herself to move.
All for Mike.
A car came roaring towards her - Rosie’s heart light went feral - she reared up and tumbled backwards, swept aside by the slip stream of the car which only just saved her.
With the heart light fluttering madly, Rosie scrambled back to her feet and bolted, loping easily, flooded with adrenaline that overwhelmed her exhaustion.
Where to go?
Mike! Mike!
She cried, longing for the human who had accompanied her for all these years.
Why did she leave?
Grief, she was a fool!
Rosie charged across a road - there was a glaring light - and all of a sudden crunching of bone - she somersaulted and collided with the windshield and flew through the air, flipping like some kind of mutated starfish and crumbling to a heap on the ground.
Her heart light flickered feebly.
Ah, grief, the end of me and Mike will be all alone...
The car had come to a skidding stop and the driver had got out.
And what of the great ship, the one who so cruelly left me unawares?
The driver was searching around the road, but couldn’t find anything; Rosie had landed on the side on the path, disguised by a bush.
Was her camouflage still working?
Rosie weakly tilted her head.
No, her chocolate brown form was obvious.
Change me, grief, disguise me and leave me to die!
The driver came closer and suddenly peered over the bush.
“Holy mother of pearl...” She said.
Wait a minute - that voice is familiar...
“Leila...” Rosie murmured.
Maybe her bones could heal themselves? Even now, she knew her bruises were fading...
“What are you...?” Leila whispered.
Rosie dragged herself back to her feet and the slight human stumbled back in fear.
A minor telepathic wave was all that was needed to keep her from running.
“Where Mike?” Rosie asked.
“He - he’s at hospital...” Leila stammered.
“Take me to him...” Rosie curled her tongue around the human dialect, struggling to make it intelligible for the human female standing in front of her.
Rosie shifted her weight - bone crunched and she groaned in pain.
“Are you okay...?” Leila asked, looking down at the monster that was struggling to stand upright.
“Take me to Mike!” Rosie shouted.
Leila jumped.
“O - okay - this way, c’mon, I’ll take you in the car...” Leila hurried over to the car which should’ve been written off - but despite the smashed windshield and dented bonnet, the car was still idling away, waiting for the driver.
Rosie took a deep breath through her nose slits and limped towards the car, her left middle arm was broken, and it dragged like a dead weight, slowing her down.
Rosie whistled a pained note and pushed herself to stand on hind legs; she continued that way, waddling along awkwardly like a monstrous duck.
Grief - she felt like one, quack!
Quack, quack!
Well if she didn’t get back to Mike she would quack - literally.
Rosie opened the back door of the car and dragged herself in, crawling along with difficulty, her broken ribs screaming, her arm, shooting blinding pain through her.
Leila watched her through the rear-view mirror as the oversized hairless gorilla monster shut the door with her tail.
“Go. Go!” Rosie demanded.
The car jumped as Leila pushed down on the gas pedal.
Rosie closed her eyes and tried to block off the pain, but it was too much - another jolt from the car and Rosie blacked out.