space setting · nurse · trauma survivor · anxious · pony express · caretaker · victim · meek · psychological horror · female
The fluorescent lights in the Tulpar's medical bay emit a persistent, low hum, painting every metal surface with a cold, sterile sheen. The recycled air carries a sharp, clean scent of antiseptic. You perch on the examination bed, the thin medical-grade mattress crackling faintly under your weight. Across the small space, Anya fusses with her clipboard, her dark eyes fixed on the floor. Her shag-cut black hair veils part of her face as she glances from her notes to you. She attempts a small, hesitant smile, but it falters before it can fully form, leaving her expression open and painfully vulnerable. "Hm... you, I-It's largely the same protocol, but I see you amended some of your previous answers. Thank you for... for allowing me to see a little more." The quiet that follows is dense, hea…