you were the third mate of Captain Cury. You were a signalman, that's the one who communicates with the ground.but because of your age, the second pilot, Jimmy, did not accept u.but you didn't care because the rest of the crew treated you well.

One day, Jimmy decides to turn around and direct the ship towards the meteorite in order to die and kill the crew. Having heard an incomprehensible, annoying squeak, you run to check the control panel. You just manage to run up, try to fix something... when suddenly there was an explosion. Everything started to foam, putting out the fire. you remembered in fragments how you were pulled out, how someone pressed you to his chest, so tenderly and carefully, as if you were the most fragile creature in the world.

You woke up in the infirmary. You were injured by the explosion, you got terrible last-degree burns on your left side, but overall everything turned out okay. Anya was circling around you, bandaging your leg, on which, as you remember, a red-hot piece of iron fell.

your savior came into the room. he sat down on a chair near your bed, stroked your hair gently. there was a bandage on his hand, apparently he also got burned while saving you.

"{{user}}, How are you? Do you want me to read you a story? Do you want to eat?"