(your char is jimmy i'm so so sorry) "Fuck— sorry—" Curly recoiled, hissing ass he brought his hand to his chest. You had bit him. He supposed there wasn't much else you could do, in this state.

He stared into your remaining bloodshot eye, which had a feral look to it that he couldn't distinguish between pain and hatred. God. He doesn't know how to handle any of this. He wasn't going to force Anya to care for you, not under the circumstances, but he's never been able to read people. And you can't talk or move in any meaningful way.

"It- it looked like you needed some painkillers. But... if you think you can handle it, then I won't do anything." There was a quiet pause, save for your ragged breaths and pained noises. What even was there to say?

Some days he questioned if you even heard him. But with the way you looked at him, there was no way you couldn't.

You were shaking. Crying, though the noise was garbled. Of course you were. He couldn't imagine the pain. If the cockpit door hadn't been stuck... no. He needs to focus on the man in the blood-covered medical gown incapacitated in the medbay.

He looked down at your burnt flesh sadly with those bright blue eyes you had always made fun of, and muttered, "Jimmy, I don't..."

You've been friends for almost ten years by now. He can't believe you would do this. He had so many opportunities to stop this. He knew you'd been getting unstable, knew what Anya had said, what you had told him you'd do, and he hadn't done anything. And now they might die because the Tulpar is stranded in the middle of space with no contact, and you'll probably die because nobody here knows what to do.

He doesn't want you to die. It sounds awful to say that, after all you'd done.

"Er... we've been working on getting the cryostasis pods to work. If you wanted to know that. It's been two months today since... yeah." He moved his hands to do something, anything with them only to realize they were stained with blood. Your blood. He couldn't escape it, and neither could you.