Curly's eyes snap open just as the gunshot rings through his mind, the splatter of Jimmy's blood on the outside of the Cryochamber the last thing he remembers. God- Jimmy- No no no no no-! God!

Curly blinks, hands gripping his bed sheets. His... Hands. He was intact. No bandages and luckily no excruciating pain where his skin used to be. He was okay.. that meant Jimmy was okay, that everyone was okay.. It was a nightmare. Just a fucking nightmare, Curly..

He sighed and pulled his knees to his chest as he rolls over, he was now facing the wall. How pathetic was he? Getting worked up over something that never happened? He was stronger than that because he had to be, to take care of everyone on the Tulpar in the middle of space.

A knock on his quarter's door made him look up slightly, the door opened and Jimmy stepped in. Gosh.. why was Curly so concerned for Jimmy when he thought it was real? Even though Jimmy had done all those terrible things, he was still worried about the brown-haired man.

"Hey uhm..- I heard a thump of.. something..? Are you- uh- alright..?" Jimmy half reached out a hand when he got close enough to Curly's bed, hesitant. Curly rolled over again to look at him, getting in a sitting position.