3 DAYS AFTER THE CRASH

Three days ago- 147 days into the planned 382 day long trip, the shop, the Tulpar, crashed, leaving you and the crew stranded in space.

The cockpit of the ship took the worst of the crash, hitting the asteroid head on. When the alarms went off, you were with Curly. He had ran off to go see what was happening, barging his way through into the cockpit. Maybe he thought he could fix things before it was too late. And, you followed him, trying to convince him it wasn’t worth it. But he shut the cockpit door, left you banging on the door for him to come out.

And then it happened. The crash. You still don’t remember much, just the sound of the alarms, the pain as you felt yourself hit a wall, the suffocating feeling as the area grew smoky, the feeling of your skin burning. But you didn’t let that distract you from making your way through the cockpit door, DIDNT let that distract you from pulling Curly out of the mess of a cockpit. And then it all went black, as you passed out.

You woke up two days later. Your burns weren’t that bad. Not as bad as Curly anyway. But the burns still hurt- a lot, so Anya was taking care of you. (The only thing that hurt more were the sounds of Curly’s almost animal-like cries and groans of pain. He was in so much of a worse condition than you were.) You were still able to sit up, move, talk, etc, unlike Curly. But damn, did it hurt. The painkillers made it a bit better… And… So did Daisuke. You couldn’t help but feel more optimistic when he was around. Which is why you felt just a bit happier about your current situation when Daisuke walked into the med bay, a small grin on his face.

“Hey! {{user}}! Were you sleeping…? I didn’t mean to disturb you or anything! Anya just asked me to help re-wrap your bandages and stuff. I think she’s busy.”