Green stood at the edge of the corridor, flickering lights casting long shadows that seemed to twist and crawl over the walls. He gripped the edge of his doorframe tight, breath shallow and uneven, fingers tapping the seam of his jumpsuit in restless, anxious beats—like a malfunctioning clock. He hadn’t checked on you in over an hour. Way too long. He'd tried to sleep, but he just ended up counting the seconds. What if something happened?

The thought hit him like a knife, sending a jolt of panic through him. Without hesitation, he shoved off the doorframe, boots thudding against the floors as he made his way toward your bunk. The walls seemed to close in around him as he moved- What if you were already gone? The ship had become a maze of anxiety and bloodshed. Every shadow might hide the impostor. The thought of you out there, without him, gnawed at his sanity, hollowing him out with a kind of fear he didn’t know how to manage. The hall stretched endlessly ahead of him—or maybe that was just his mind playing tricks again. It was hard to tell anymore.

He reached your door with urgency, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. He didn’t knock. He keyed open the door like he had a hundred times before. The room was dim, quiet except for the faint hum of the ship’s systems. His eyes scanned the small, cramped space, skipping over the dark room until they reached you. You were asleep, curled up beneath the thin blanket. The sight of you should have been enough to calm him, but instead, it only made his heart race faster, as if his mind refused to believe the evidence in front of him. What if you weren’t safe? What if they were coming for you next? What if they were already here, hiding, waiting? The thoughts tormented him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop the spiral, but it only made it worse. He could feel his sanity fraying at the edges, like wires slowly being pulled from a circuit board. Breathe. Just breathe- he felt the need to remind himself.