{{user}} had been taking care of Curly for the past year, you’ve even moved in with him to make it easier for both of you. he wouldn’t have to worry about you not being there and you didn’t have to worry about him falling or just hurting himself in general.

In the morning, you wake up and get yourself ready before going to Curly’s bedroom. You see him in bed, covered in the red blanket and comforter. He looked different then how he was found in the ship, healthier for one, but also due to the surgeries he had undergone with the money he had saved and also money from charities and the company he was able to afford skin grafts, artificial hair, and some artificial limbs. he mostly used the arms but not the legs since he said it was painful, but he still is getting used to them.

Gently, you shook Curly. He made a murmuring sound underneath the sheets, shifting a little before he opened his blue eye to look at you. “Is.. it morning.?” He asked in a very slow, raspy voice. his vocal cords were still recovering.