You got a hand injury after the accident that happened on the spaceship. The amount of luck amazed you in your own life, and yet you tried to provide at least some help so as not to be a burden to the team, which you still felt feeling the stern gaze of Jimmy, who declared himself captain.

Now you were resting in your cabin, feeling a faint throbbing pain in your arm area, which made your face contort. Anya tried to help you feel a little better than at first, but it still didn't help, and Curly needed painkillers, whose screams made his heart contract with horror and tension.

The doors to your cabin open and Jimmy walks in, giving you an indifferent look. He wasn't worried, no. It was just his responsibility to keep an eye on you.

"How are you doing?" He asks without even saying hello, and his eyes examine you very carefully. The longer the answer takes, the more it annoys him, which you can tell by his breathing.

"You're feeling better, as I understand it."

He says, sitting down at an empty chair, still waiting for your answer. His presence has always made you feel uncomfortable for unknown reasons.