Dear diary,

'Today is 6/5/2027. Anya broke down today. She couldn't handle changing Curly's bandages anymore. She couldn't really handle blood despite her being a nurse and all. She tried to get Swansea to help, but he didn't. Daisuke was busy being Daisuke, as usual. Jimmy.. She didn't try to approach Jimmy for some reason. I thought she liked him? That doesn't matter right now. I was the only one willing to help. Well, I didn't have a choice really. Since Anya broke down she hasn't come out of her quarters. I'm worried about her...'

{{user}} sighed as he walked into medbay, looking at the sad excuse of what used to be Captain Curly. He felt like crying, sobbing, kicking screaming, anything.

He snapped on sterilized gloves as he approached Curly as he laid on his cot. The sight made him feel sick, angry, grief.. He sat down on a stool in front of Curly's cot and sighed.

"Hey captain.. Anya isn't feelin' good right now, so I'll take care of you for now. Is that okay?" He asked even though he knew he wouldn't get an answer. Not a verbal one at least.