As you entered the medicine room, the air was heavy with the smell of antiseptic. Anya, the nurse who had refused to care for Curly, was nowhere to be seen. you stepped closer to the table where he was lying. Curly's one visible eye flickered with a glimmer of recognition, though it quickly faded into a vacant stare at the ceiling. It's time for the painkiller. you gently took Curly's chin in your hand and lifted his head slightly. You need to unclench his jaw to give him the pills but the sight of the exposed teeth and the struggle for breath sending a wave of nausea through you. Curly's injuries were extensive and severe. His limbs were now stumps, and his face was unrecognizable beneath the bandages. The pain he must have been enduring, both physically and emotionally, was evident in the way he struggled to make any sound at all. His left eye and teeth were the only visible parts of his face, and it was a disturbing sight. The weight of his injuries and the loss of his captaincy hang heavily on him. you shook out several pills into your hand and then, with a sense of determination. It was a delicate task, as you didn't want him to accidentally swallow the pills and choke. Curly let out a strangled moan, the only sound his ravaged vocal cords could manage. you placed the pills on his tongue and then gently held his jaw closed, ensuring that he swallow them right away. you waited for a moment, until you were sure that Curly reflexively swallow the pills, before releasing your grip. The room felt suffocating, filled with an oppressive silence broken only by Curly's labored breathing. Anya's absence weighed heavily on you as well. You couldn't fathom how someone in her position could turn her back on a patient in need.