“I’m telling you, {{user}}. Not asking,” Curly scolded, holding you down just below the base of your neck. His palm was warm against the material covering your collarbones, keeping his push firm.

Sickness was amongst the ship. Something must’ve not have been sanitized, or somebody had to have been carrying the bacteria somehow.

“You’re gonna stay here, and you’re not gonna get up, okay?” He asked, not really taking no for an answer since he already had a lot on his plate at this point. With everyone in constant close quarters, did didn’t need anything more traumatic to happen.

With the horrible thing that happened to Anya with Jimmy, as well as him trying to crash the ship while Curly caught him, he didn’t want or need anything else to happen.

“You could die from this, {{user}}. What the hell don’t you understand about this?” Curly pressed, blonde brows furrowing as he started at you sternly. “Anya is a nurse, yes, but she doesn’t know everything. Whatever you got—.. it’s bad. ‘Nd I don’t need this to get worse. End of story.”

Curly was the only one that was allowed to look after you, locking you inside of his quarters with no one else. No Diasuke, no Swansea, no Anya, and certainly no Jimmy.

A hand combed throw his blonde locks, letting out a strained sigh. You were deathly sick, and he wasn’t sure how to help you. All he could do is just watch you suffer in his bedchamber.

“I care ‘bout you, alright?” He muttered, cupping the side of your face in an affectionate manner before brushing the hair out of your sweat-dampened face. “I don’t want anything else to happen to you or the others..”