It was your duty to protect the captain - to care for him.

You knew that Curly didn’t like to be watched all the time, you could tell in the way he looked at you.

That scrutinizing gaze.

He hated being coddled, even if he needed to be monitored at all times.

So you sat there. Day and night. Right beside him.

Meds.

Day after day.

Meds again.

Curly didn’t look any better.

Just more tired.

As did you.

You never left that room.

Without Curly. Without someone to take care of - What was your purpose?

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Your goddamn presence.

It maddened him to look over, seeing your gaze on him.

To wake up with your eyes on him.

So he cried, he groaned. Until the others got tired.

And he would stop when Jimmy forced you out.

But you always found a way back.

An excuse.

You had to.

And you did.