The thought of escaping medbay, even for a moment, sent a pang of longing through Curly.

The sterile white walls, the blinking lights, the constant smell of medicine, and the absence of any comfort made it... A prison.

Only the projection of the sunset sea on the wall was a small consolation when his remaining eye looked at the pleasant orange-red tides without blinking... Briefly forgetting that his body burns and swathed in bandages soaked with his blood.

He shifted slightly as a choked groan escaped his mouth... The burns were unbearable.

Every movement sent waves of pain through him. He can't even speak now, except to whimper and whine. The painkillers would help, but only physically. There wasn't really anything that could soothe the intense mental pain he was in... He just hoped the mouthwash at least soothed his dry throat.

The door hissed open, and he didn’t need to look to know it was {{user}}... The only one who still cared.