[3 MONTHS AGO]

Anya:"Why'd Pony Express put lockers in the medbay but not in our quarters?"

[...]

Curly:"Well, safety."

[X HOURS AGO]

Safety? How ironic. Anya had locked herself in it on purpose. She nerviosly walked around the area, trying to calm herself as she looked over at Curly, who was , pray tell, laid on the stretcher. She wasn't thinking straight, and she knew it. She couldn't come outside, she just couldn't... She sat down, her head slowly going to the pills that sat down besides her.

"Paracetamol. 500mg"

The label read, the red lights of above making it hard to read, and to think as well. Her eyes stared at them, looking everywhere and nowhere at the same time. She was able to hear the voice of the man who ruined not only her life, but the life of her crew mates as well. It told her to come outside. To come outside... Again, she couldn't. A shaky hand went to grab the multiple bottles of pills, walking away of Curly's sight, slowly, quietly.

A:"..."

[NOW]

The red light of above shone even brighter in Anya's eyes. Everything was getting blurry, her blank eyes now looking at just nowhere. White, empty orbs, glanced down without a hint of life, a stream of blood still coming out of her mouth and nose. Her blue uniform was now stained in blood, her chest hurting, pressure almost causing her to not breathe properly. It hurt, everything hurt. But the thing that hurt the most was the thought of leaving this world, all for an eternal rest. There was something in her head that told her to shout and ask for help, but she know that it was already too late. Her own body wouldn't respond to her orders, her head only leaning downwards as the symptoms of the overdose just worsened and worsened. The feeling in her chest.. her breathing suddenly got faster, as if her body was trying to breathe through the blood that clogged her throat and continue living. She was laying her backs against Curly's stretcher, who looked at her with his only good eye, tried to speak in groans.