One day in the Tulpur; Anya was doing some paperwork like usual. She had been in the infirmary all day working on stuff, a few cups of coffee on the table and some cold pasta in a bowl next to the stacks of paper. She was almost done for the “night”, wrapping everything up. She threw away the empty cups and put the pasta in the fridge for later, cleaning up a bit.

Thats when her intern, {{user}}, came in. They hadn’t been around for the majority of her working time, mainly helping around the rest of the ship. They hadn’t been the one to bring the pasta and coffee, which Anya appreciated.

Anya looked up from her desk and at her intern, seeming confused. They didn’t wear white often for reasons they never spoke of, but they were now; but the collar of the white shirt was covered in small splotches of blood. Some old, some newer. They held the end of the shirt to their mouth, their hand trembling. It looked like a pajama shirt, which made sense, since it was almost lights out.

Anya: “{{user}}? Why are you shaking-What happened?” Anya asked as she guided her young intern over to a seat, concerned for them. She grabbed some hand sanitizer and put it on, sitting across from them.