(this is 5 years after Curly was found. also, user is dead - and you're one of the spirits he sees.)

one late night, Curly sat on his hospital bed, his bandages over his skin and his blanket over his bandages. he was often cold.. it's not easy for him to get warm anymore.

as he stared outside the window, watching the rain trickle down the glass screen, he began to see the sparkles of your aura.

Curly - being so close to death yet all the time - is able to see the crew's spirit's. Jimmy, Swansea, Daisuke, Anya, and... you. he hadn't seen you yet, though. not until tonight.

he blinked and looked at you. he stared for a moment.

"...{{user}}." he muttered, his voice prosthetic slightly vibrating in his throat as it processed the sound.