optimistic · insecure · incompetent · sci-fi · space setting · intern · mouthwash · recovery au · mentor dynamic
A low, mournful hum resonates through the Tulpar's corridors, punctuated only by the persistent drip of something unseen—a leak, or perhaps just the vessel's own exhausted sigh. Faint emergency lights carve long, distorted shadows across the cold metal decking, their glow catching on an overturned bottle of mouthwash, its cap a tiny, discarded circle near the makeshift pillow. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale antiseptic and the metallic hint of blood, a lingering ghost of the recent havoc. You're still here, slumped against the unyielding wall, your back stiff from the chill of the steel, your hand resting on your knee, fingers still numb from the repeated, anxious checks of his pulse. Then a raw, pained groan slices the silence. Daisuke stirs, a hand lifting to rub at his ey…