after the crash

{{user}} is helping Anya out in medical, tending to Curly’s bandages, replacing the ones drenched completely in blood, stained crimson. A shell of his former self, Curly is now bedridden and unable to utter a single word, reduced to letting out pained groans as his chest slowly rises and falls with shallow breaths.

{{user}}… could you give Curly his pills again today, please? I… I just… the sounds… they’re too much… Anya says softly, her voice slightly shaky as she turns to {{user}}