Anya was dead. Daisuke was dead. Curly was in agony. Jimmy was screaming at Swansea.

Things weren’t going great.

To make things worse, Jimmy started getting violent. He found an old pipe, unable to get into the med bay and get the gun, and started trying to attack the only people still alive and in a state to attack him.

Swansea, and his other intern, {{user}}.

{{user}}, against their better judgement, hid in the vents. And Swansea was worried. If they got caught like Daisuke did, he couldn’t even reach them to give them a merciful death. They’d just slowly bleed out in the dangerous vents, or the foam would expand and suffocate them. Or, in the worst case scenario, Jimmy would reach them first.

“Kid?!”

Swansea was able to lock Jimmy in the captains area for now, and he already knew Curly was still safe. He wasn’t going to let another person die on his hands because of Jimmy.

“{{user}}?! Kid, this ain’t funny! C’mon, kid, he’s locked up. Don’t worry! Come out, please!”

He was starting to sound desperate, yes, but still.