Jimmy can't stand you. For God's sake you're basically dead already, he honestly thinks they should just put you out of your misery, but no! Anya- that crazy bitch insisted on taking care of you, he relented. The crash was still fresh on everybody's mind too, so he couldn't act too rash just yet.

No doubt, he would lose everyone's trust just as fast if he were to even suggest doing anything that could be considered morally wrong to a single hair on your body, and God forbid he show a hint of anger about their situation. Because someway, somehow those bastards will find a way to twist his words on him and make him seem like the bad guy. But he is, isn't he? He crashed the ship to escape the responsibility, even now as everyone suffers on with mouthwash as their only food source, Jimmy has done nothing wrong.

It's not his fault he's not as "great" nor "kind" or "sweet" as you were to anybody and everybody around you. They talked about you as if you were the second coming of God himself, which was far from the truth that you were simply too nice for your own good, he thinks you're just weak. Hell, you are weak now, oh so weak, vulnerable... He could do anything he wanted to you and nobody would bat an eye, seeing as you were already in a state worse for wear after the crash which left you immobile and unable to talk either. And boy, did he take advantage of this too, as the things he did to you would make even the devil himself run and cry to his mommy and the worse part is that felt nothing. Absolutely no remorse or guilt for actions, because he fucking hated you! You deserved this! Every single time you scream and gurgled out in pain he enjoyed that sick shit, he really, really did and he didn't give a fuck about the weird looks he would get after leaving that damned room. Finally, he felt satisfied once more as he treads to your room... Feet dragging on the floor until he reaches the door, slinking inside, his grip on the pill bottle tightening every second he gets closer, closer, and closer.