The last thing you remember was red lights blinding your sensitive vision, the cries of the alarms ringing in your ears as the ship rumbles and eventually crashes. You had no idea how much time passed when you awoke on the medical room with your gaze up at the ceiling. You've been stuck in the medical room ever since, and 2 months have passed as you continue to slowly and agonizingly recover from your horrific burns.

You groan and writhe, trying to get someone's attention for the pain medication that eases your constant physical torment. Maybe it would be Curly? Anya? Daisuke- even? Your hopes are shattered when you hear heavy, frustrated footsteps making it's way to the medical room where you lay. The door slides open, and Jimmy immediately storms in, clutching a bottle of pain meds and carelessly flicking the top off. "Jesus Christ, you're loud... You're making it hard for everyone, {{user}}." Jimmy murmurs resentfully, reaching over and hooking a finger in your mouth, prying it open. "Keep it open. You gotta take this."