Taraniyah and Sonja / The Affinity Syndrome
(c) Sappholust2014
Taraniyah was the new surgical resident on the floor. The mid western hospital was completely overwhelmed with patients being shipped from Seattle after the devastation of the major west coast earthquakes. Bodies were piling up in the morgues all over town, scientists couldn't get a handle on predicting when the shaking would stop. Millions of people from Vancouver to Los Angeles were dead and not enough hospitals were working on the coast to handle the overflow. On top of that devastation, heavy rains had flooded the Mississippi river plains in the Southwest and a series of killer hurricanes were approaching the Eastern seaboard. Absolutely no one in America was unaffected by this turmoil and scientists and government hacks were completely in agreement that global warming was causing the floods and storms. The earthquakes of course, were just part of living on an active planet which was finally getting even, it seemed, for being dumped on too long.
At 29 this woman who said she grew up in Palestine and was trained in South Africa, Germany and Switzerland, was nothing anyone had seen before. Her sculpted face was too perfect for starters. Her legs went on for days and her hips were extremely voluptuous. This woman was going to attract all sorts of other doctors, and professionals around her when she worked. Besides all the physical manifestations of Taraniyah, she was not from this planet at all. Taraniyah was part of rescue mission for earth sent by a friendly, non invading place called Prime690. The number was just that, a designation. Just like earth was given its name historically by scientists thousands of years ago, Prime690 came about due to seeding by
other comets and asteroids hundreds of thousands of years ago.
Prime690 was an older planet than earth and had evolved in different ways. For one, men of this planet had become completely subservient to all the women and the rulers, all women had observed earth and its up coming demise for decades. The experienced planet had made its move to try to save earth from itself, using a dedicated influx of highly skilled healers of all kinds. The controlling parties on Prime690 had no plans for an invasion of any kind. Spacecraft were not used to transport around the universe by the enlightened beings. Accessing the time/space continuum and worm holes was the only way to move people and it was still very dangerous, and not much materiel could be transported safely.
Many of these aliens were men and women who shared with Taraniyah, one common trait; They were all bisexual and enjoyed sex until they were exhausted and had pleased their partner multiple times. Sexual relations and multiple climaxes were common in the course of an average day, and no sexual phobias or diseases ever caused problems on their planet. As healers, the aliens could also heal deep psychological and neurological diseases and dysfunctions. Taraniyah was just one of thousands who had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere in a period of a few weeks, just when they were desperately in demand. No one questioned where they were from, when they observed the attitude, professionalism and inherent love of humanity these people had, they were immediately accepted and respected. They were all given good cover stories and credentials in their fields which included: environmental sciences, emergency management, medicine and agriculture. The overall plan was just humanitarian, and if an alien wanted to bring someone back it was allowed but the issues of quarantine and cultural shock were something to be dealt with in a serious manner.
In the operating room, Dr Taraniyah Respelchi used techniques to heal people which no other surgeon knew about yet. As a thoracic surgeon, she could stop bleeding using healing techniques honed by generations of her family on Prime690. Her speed in cauterizing and removing bad tissue and her inherent knowledge of the human anatomy, which was the same as hers, was unique. Taraniyah was not a super woman however. She got tired and distressed and cried quite a bit on her time off in the lounge and over dinner with other doctors. The demolition of the planet was becoming all to obvious to her, and she wondered, mostly to herself, if it would be possible to save earth at all.
Her girlfriend Sonja was from Turkey and had just completed her surgical residence at the hospital when the disasters began. Sonja befriended Tara as she called her and the two women became close friends. Sonja had her doubts about Tara. She thought she was a great doctor but when she worked in the Syria field hospitals, she knew how fast PTSD could set in and ruin good doctors's lives. Sonja was considered a very talented surgeon by her superiors and was also a knockout of woman physically. Her dark straight hair, almost always kept up for work was long and flowed over her firm well toned shoulders. Sonja enjoyed working out in the local gym before her shift to keep her body in form and her mind sharp. She swam for about an hour each day and she enjoyed spin biking as well, so her musculature was in top shape. Sonja caught everyone's attention with her abundant breasts and narrow waist.
The surgeons had a rest area room set with bunk beds and a small kitchenette set up on one of least busy floors of the hospital. Only the resident surgeons had the key code for the lock and it was kept off bounds to everyone else even the administration. Sonja opened the door to the rest area room to find her friend Tara weeping on the bed. Tara confided in her about her overwhelming fear that the disasters were increasing, the wounded people coming in increasing numbers and were in worse shape than just a few days ago and her sense was that time was running out.
"Sonja can I trust you with a very important secret?" Tara asked her friend.
