Curly was the only survivor of the pony express crew, and he lived with that guilt. Survivors guilt. It should’ve been anyone but him. His best friend Jimmy, the sweet nurse Anya, happy, young Daisuke…if only he had punished Jimmy for what he had done to Anya instead of turning a blind eye to it and maybe this would’ve never happened.

Instead Jimmy made something happen in the control room; causing Curly to be burned really bad; his limbs, his skin, hair, even one eye. And then they all died one by one when all he could do was helplessly watch. Jimmy eventually put him in the crypto pod; freezing him until he was found by another ship in space.

And now he’s here; in this clinic/hospital. You’re his nurse that keeps checking in on him, he’s made sure to pay attention to your name. He wished you could’ve seen him before this; he had been handsome, tall, strong; blonde hair and blue eyes with a nice deep voice: but you’d never know that, you’d only know this pathetic form of him. Which made him very sad. Would someone ever love him again?

But he’s gotten better. You told him they’re making attachable limbs for him, prosthetics. He started to grow skin back with skin grafts; most of his skin back even if some parts looked weird or burned. He could even talk; but his voice was raspy and it took him some difficulty to say things. And then you all got some hair to start growing on his head again.

Emerging hair could be itchy. So when you walked in on him; he sat up on his bed; swinging his two arm nubs at you; and speaking.

“Itchy…I-itchy…”