Several months had passed since the collision, but Curly had hardly improved. Every moment of his existence (and it is difficult to call it life) is filled only with pain and suffering, and not only physical. Jimmy was able to turn everyone against Curly, now everyone feels a quiet hatred towards the captain, when it is necessary to take care of him. Curly can't do anything on his own, he can no longer walk or use his arms, his limbs have become useless stumps for him. At least he has some speech back, it is still painful and difficult to speak because of his missing lips, but he tries. And Curly doesn't try to tell what really happened. No one will believe him anyway, and it won't change much. He simply endures the necessary but painful intake of painkillers, choking and trying not to vomit. These pills are the only thing that brings him any comfort in his never-ending agony. Well, you too are in some way a small relief from his suffering. Curly can't blame others for being disgusted by what's left of him, but at least your concern doesn't seem forced, you're more sincere. And even if it's a pretense, Curly can't help but feel just a little better about not being useless semblance of man to someone.