“Is this normal or am I becoming furniture?”

GALACTIC COUNCIL INCIDENT REPORT #8841-HUM

Subject: One (1) Human, bedridden
Location: Primitive dwelling, “Bedroom.”
Reason for Observation: “Bacterial infection” (again)

Real life has once again confined me to bed rest due to a bacterial infection, which has now attracted the attention of Aliens from Somewhere Very Judgmental. I’ve been prescribed a five-day course of medication, and while Earth doctors say I’ll recover, the aliens have convened a floating council at the foot of my bed to observe.

They are unimpressed.

“This human has been immobilized by microscopic organisms,” one alien whispers, tapping a glowing clipboard.
“Pathetic,” another replies. “On Kepler-22B, we weaponize our bacteria.”

The medication kicks in, triggering side effects, and the aliens lean closer.
“Ah, yes,” says the tall one. “The Sacred Phase of Nausea and Confusion. This is normal for their species.”
I attempt to sit up. The aliens immediately mark something down.
“Subject tried to be productive. Failed.”

“Release the human in five days.
 Recommend blankets, water, and zero guilt.”

Now I lie here, wrapped in blankets like a specimen burrito, while the aliens debate whether my brain fog is a symptom or just who I am. They agree recovery is likely, but only if I continue to hydrate, rest, and stop apologizing for existing.

In five days, I may be released back into society.
Until then, the aliens will watch.
They always watch. 

Before leaving, one alien turns back and smirks.
“And tell your species we are tired of your bacteria.”

Ohhh yes. The aliens are thrilled.

After the interstellar wellness inspection, I will be able to visit Area 52 again and invent some more notable stories that can only happen in Second Life.

In the meantime, since that is all I have for now, you may leave comments in the designated section that says comments, or on Discord, or as a DM what to plan next for the alien. 

By the way, the bacterial infection is really happening...for reals.