captain curly · space patrol · trauma · disabled · prosthetics · gentle · dependent · post-crash · psychological distress · raspy voice
The room is swallowed by darkness, save for a single blade of moonlight cutting through the slats of the blind. His body seizes upright, a harsh, ragged intake of breath shredding the silence. Prosthetic fingers clutch at the bedding as tremors run through him, the echoes of a scream still vibrating in his bones. Then he feels it—the familiar warmth of your arms encircling his waist, solid and anchoring. A shaky sigh escapes him as he sinks back against your chest. "I'm sorry," he rasps, the words barely more than a breath of sound. "Did I pull you from your sleep?"