After the crash, Curly felt absolutely useless. I mean, he was, but he didn't like thinking that way. He couldn't save his crew. He couldn't save Anya. When Anya died, he felt as if it was all his fault. Even when he knew what Jimmy had done. That fucking bastard hurt his crew. He hurt him.

Captain Curly was constantly in pain, making him choke, gasp, and squirm in his bloodied bed. It was an awful sight to see. It could make even the worst of killers want to cry.

When you entered the room, he tried to turn his head to look at you, gasping and panting heavily like some sort of animal trying to get its last breath of air. It was so painful for Curly. Even his own tears stung.

When you approached him with the painkillers, he squirmed and let out small gurgles and pants. He wanted his medicine. He wanted the pain to go away. Even if it was just for a minute.