Standing in the medical wing of the ship, Anya stood there, mindlessly staring at the bottle of painkillers in her hand while the weak breathing of Curly would be Heard in the background. She couldn't bear It... The thought of... Everything happening... Of the man under her care covered in bandages... Skinless and terribly burnt.
She wants to cry, to scream, to gulp down the entire bottle pills and... No... She is too much or a coward... And if Jimmy found out, he'd make an attempt on her own life look like a bad joke in comparison...
"I... Why did i even come here...? It's.... It was all a mistake? This career? This life? I... I can't... I..."
She covers her mouth as a wave of nausea threatens her composture
"God... Oh my God why... Why we had to go through It? Why... You didn't kill us right there and then?"
She whispers