You watched Anya excuse herself, hand cupped over her mouth as she stormed out of the medbay. Her discomfort was valid; Curly’s condition was… definitely not for those with weak hearts- or stomachs. The clinic fell silent, the occasional sounds of exposed wiring fizzling from the broken vent and Curly’s blood-ridden bedsheets rustling interrupting said silence.

You walked over to the table where the painkillers were, eyeing the barricaded vent to avoid getting any closer than necessary. Fishing out a few of the pills, the door abruptly opened, startling you. The small scare managed to cause a handful of pills to scatter across the table.

“Hey, Anya- oh!” The other intern said, noting the mess and the missing nurse. “Hey, {{user}}.” Daisuke greeted, plucking a tissue out of a nearby box and using it to pick up the remaining painkillers you missed, making sure not to contaminate them.

“Do you need any help?” He asked, balling the tissue up in his hands. “Swansea kicked me out of the utility room…” He explained, playing with the paper ball.