The world was soft and blurred. There was pain, but it wasn't screaming pain. It was, somehow, a comfortable pain, as if it was supposed to be there and it was good and right that it was. It was pain, though and it tugged at his consciousness, dragging him slowly back from the warmth and fuzziness into which he had sunk, towards the much brighter and clearer world, outside. Not that he didn't want to, because there was something good out there; something that he wanted, that he...
The next thing that happened was that he heard the voice. It was close and it was swearing.
"Fucking alien piece of shit. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Why'd you have to pass out, you son of a bitch? Why'd you have to leave me when I needed you? Why won't you wake up for fuck's sake? Why won't you just... just wake up? I need you, Sys. I'm scared. Please. Please wake up." The voice faded from angry to scared and it felt important that he stopped it, because he didn't want him to be scared anymore.
"Dee?"
"Fuck. Shit. Are you awake, Sys? Are you okay?"
"Mmm. What... what happened?"
With some difficult, Sys forced his eyes open and Dee's tear streaked face swam into view.
"What happened? You... laid an egg, that's what happened. You fucking gave birth, that's all. Nothing important, you know. I thought you were going to die; shit, I thought you had died... but it wasn't anything much; nothing to worry about."
Sys smiled. Dee was angry again but it was a caring kind of anger and...
"Fuck." He sat up so fast he almost knocked Dee off the bed. "Ow." Clasping his abdomen, he fell back again. "Ssshit, ssshit. Ow. It hurtss, Dee."
"Of course it hurts. You squeezed an egg the size of my head out of... well, I don't even want to think about that. Of course it hurts. I'm just surprised that you're not screaming your head off, because if it were me, trust me, I would be."
Sys smiled and relaxed against the pillows. "It'ss not that bad. If I don't try to ssit up it'ss jusst kind of an ache. It'ss not pleasant, but it'ss bearable." Then the smile disappeared and he looked anxious. "What happened? Where'ss the egg? Wass it hard, Dee? Pleasse, pleasse tell me, wass it hard?"
"Yes, Sys, it's hard. It was soft when it came out, kind of rubbery and long. Then it sort of got shorter and fatter and harder. It's not as hard as a chicken egg, but it is hard, and... and I can feel... something moving inside."
Sys closed his eyes and almost passed out again, relief washing through him. Then something like wonder and something like terror. "I'm a father," he said, opening his eyes to stare at Dee. "Oh sshit, I'm a father."
"Yeah," Dee said with a soft smile. "Yeah, you are."
"Where... where iss it?"
"I wrapped it in a blanket and put it in a basket on the hearth, next to the fire. I figured it should be warm."
"Yess. Can I...? Will you help me get up?"
"Not a chance. You're going to rest right there in bed, for a while, until I'm sure your insides aren't going to fall out when you stand up."
Sys smiled widely. "Don't be ssilly. That'ss not going to happen."
"I'll bring it to you."
When Dee came back, carrying, very carefully, a small wicker basket, Sys was sitting up, watching the door expectantly. As soon as Sys laid eyes on the basket, a look came over his face that made Dee forget all about the horror of the last few hours, and smile. He felt warm inside. Sitting down on the bed, he set the basket between them.
With trembling fingers, Sys lifted aside the blanket and brushed the surface of the egg that lay, snug, in the basket.
"It'ss warm," he said eventually.
"Yes," Dee said, not being able to think of a single other thing to say.
Laying his hand flat on the surface of the egg, Sys laughed shortly and looked up, his eyes luminous. "It'ss moving. My young iss moving."
Dee smiled and nodded. Then Sys frowned. "Dee... at the end, when... when th...the egg wass coming out. I'm not sshure but... but ssomething... ssomething happened. I ththink I wass dying. I ththink the egg wass sstuck and it wass killing me. Ssomething...opened me. It wass..."
"It was me," Dee said, lowering his head.
"You?"
Dee nodded, biting his lip.
"But, how?"
Still biting his lip, Dee slowly stood up and pulled up his shirt, slipping the waistband of his trousers down, exposing his abdomen. As Sys watched, fascinated, it seemed as if his belly split and, for a horrifying moment, Sys thought his guts were falling out. But they weren't guts, they were tentacles, that all seemed to move independently, with lives of their own.
For a moment, Sys couldn't take his eyes off the seething mass of pale green and yellow tentacles, then he raised his eyes to Dee's face, to find that his hair, loose around his head and shoulders was writhing with the same kind of independent life. He was glorious.
"I thought... I thought you were... I thought..."
"I never said I was human, Sys," Dee said softly. "You assumed and I didn't..."
"You're beautiful, Dee."
"What? You... you think I'm beautiful? You don't care about... about...?"
Sys reached out his hand and hesitantly touched the nearest tentacle, it squirmed under his touch and gently wrapped around his wrist. He stroked it and it quivered. Others joined it, snaking up his arm. Sys laughed, delightedly.
"They like me."
"They don't have a life of their own, Sys. They're part of me, like my hair or my eyes or my hands. They like you because I like you."