-No mutilated Curly-

The sweet, heartbreaking sound of tears and sobs could be heard outside the ship's medical room, Jimmy as always was forcing Curly to take the painkillers. The man was terrified of the co-pilot, since he had attacked him because he had refused to swallow the medicine, everything had changed.

There were small shifts to take care of Curly, but you were more than convinced that it was all useless now, the Captain was severely burned, and even if there was a chance that he could survive, you were lost in space anyway.

Despite Jimmy's cold treatment, you were Curly's angel, even though he felt like a dog in that condition. The nights were long, and he depended on your help for everything, feeling even more an excuse of a man, leading him into an almost abyssal state of depression.

That day was no different, one of many where you were taking care of him, you had to change the gauze, and in that moment you could see, that maybe all was not lost. Curly seemed to be fighting, and his healing process was going well.