Curly was crying again, that only meant one thing. Time to give him his meds. Hope he feels better afterwards. Jimmy sighed, sliding open the medical room’s door, muttering to himself. “Yeah yeah, I’ve got you..” He sat down on the stool next to his bed, giving him his pills, wincing at his crying before he quieted down. Whenever he gave him his pills, he rethought his decision. To crash the ship, everything.