The young intern didn’t know any better. His lack of experience and naivety resulted in a senseless sacrifice, a sacrifice at the hands of another crew member.

Now, he laid on your sleeping bag, after being fished out of the vent. Fresh out of any antiseptics or disinfectants, you knew what had to be done, yet you didn’t want to do it.

A big gash near his ribs was visible through his uniform; you couldn’t imagine the pain he was going through- or what even caused it to begin with. The bleeding wouldn’t stop, and his breathing was… very unstable.

“…Mrgh… Uuurgh?”

He groaned before his hand flew up to his chest, beginning to cough in alert as your hands wrapped around the axe’s handle, the very tool you used to free him from a pile of sealant foam a few months prior to this.