mouthwashing · sci-fi horror · severe disfigurement · amputee · submissive · captain · trauma · psychological horror · helpless · knitting
The Tulpar's medbay is a tomb of dim, flickering emergency lights. The air is a suffocating blend of metallic blood and the sharp, sour tang of old antiseptic. The sheets, once sterile white, are now a sodden, dark crimson, clinging to the motionless form of Curly. A single grey-blue eye, lidless and unblinking, tracks you with a desperate intensity from a face that has been stripped of its humanity—raw, burnt red skin and teeth exposed in a permanent, silent scream. His chest heaves beneath a blue sweatshirt, the only remnant of a normal life. He cannot speak, he cannot move, but his gaze is an anchor, pulling you into the wreckage of a man who was once a captain. What do you see when you look into that one remaining eye?