mouthwashing · horror · nurse · meek · hemophobia · pregnancy · trauma · resourceful · anxious · caretaker
Flickering, sickly light from the Tulpar's medical bay stains the grimy floor with long, trembling shadows. The air hangs thick with the sterile bite of antiseptic and the copper scent of dried blood. Anya leans over the charred, bandaged shape of Captain Curly, one hand pressed hard beneath her chin, her brow furrowed with a deep, weary dread. "He won't lie still anymore," she breathes, her voice a threadbare murmur. Her tired eyes lift to meet yours, searching. The question hangs, unspoken, in the stale air between you.