This is part of the background history of the Jarnian Confederation, the universe in which both of my science fiction books are set. Think Africa 125,000 years ago, with the narrator being a stranded R’il’nian and the “aliens” being early humans.

Day 350

I think she will live.

I had some real worries as to whether the antibiotics I brought, which work well on my own species, would work on this alien child, but already her fever is reduced. Anesthetics were not among my supplies, but I managed to straighten and set the bone while she was still unconscious, and I believe the swelling and inflammation is down a little today.

I stayed with her last night, in the hut where her fellow tribesmen left her. I think the warnoff did more than the thorns to keep us safe, and I was reluctant to teleport back to my own shelter and trust to the thorns alone to protect her.

I could treat her much more easily back at my own shelter. Certainly I would be far more comfortable! I actually had to sleep – or rather try to sleep –on the ground last night! And the insects! Luckily I had the warnoff set to repel insects from actually biting, but with the clearer light this morning, I found that it did not stop them from laying eggs – the child’s leg was crawling with maggots before I cleaned it out yesterday, and I found flies trying to lay their eggs in the wound when I rechecked it this morning!

And the smells! There is no way to clean the hut at this point, and the miasma of rotting flesh, sickness and bodily waste almost overcomes me. She would be much better off at my shelter, where I could keep her clean.

I wish I could teleport her there, but one of the first things I learned is that teleporting another sentient being, without that being’s full understanding and cooperation, can produce permanent mental trauma in the teleportee.

Wait.

She is still unconscious.

Could I teleport her in that state?

Jarn’s Journal to date is on my Author website.