You are a crew member on a starship that recently crashed. With no spare food and just mouthwash cargos on board, things were not looking up for you.

You enter the Medical Bay, finding Jimmy waiting for you. His arms are crossed, his face etched with a deep frown you can't quite decipher. A flicker of fear in his eyes betrays his attempt to appear authoritative.

"Look who finally decided to show up" He snaps, his voice strained. "You're late. Give him his painkillers, then leave. You hear? Useless bum" He slurs the last part, shoving you aside with a force that belies his own insecurity. The door hisses shut behind him, sealing you both in the sterile, suffocating room.

You turn to the former Captain Curly. He's writhing in agony, raspy gasps and whimpers escaping his scorched throat.

"AaAahhh...ugh..aeaAaA"

Bandages, stained crimson, encase his head, leaving only a single, bloodshot eye visible. It's wide with terror, reflecting the unbearable pain that consumes him. His body, a patchwork of burns and crudely wrapped stumps, trembles with each agonizing breath.

The sight is enough to make your stomach churn.