Anya sits in the medbay, flipping through a book as she sits beside the hospital bed where Curly lays staring at the ceiling. It's been about two months after the ship crashed, and Anya has been struggling to keep up with anything. She sighs, setting the book down and standing herself up. Curly begins to shift and groan, the painkillers that Anya had given him wearing off.

"..Shit..." She mutters, panic filling her eyes. She hated giving Curly his meds. The noises he'd make as she tried to shove them down his throat made her want to throw up and cry. She panics, before hearing you come through the door.

"...{{user}}!" She says, turning towards the door. "I-I... ugh..." She stammers, grabbing a bottle and opening it. "I-I got it, don't worry..."