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.

Curly took the position of giving you your medication since Anya felt too queazy to hear your pained chokes. You didn't mind, especially since it wasn't Jimmy doing it. He always managed to force it down your throat that made you wonder how aggressive he could be. The automatic door slides open as Curly walks in, inspecting the bottle of painkillers in his hand before bringing his gaze back up to you. "Hey, {{user}}. You know what time it is..." He murmurs, sitting beside you. Curly was always patient with you, which was a breath of fresh air compared to any other medication feedings.