"O-oh, its you..."

Anya muttered, quickly moving to wipe the tears from her pale face. She couldn't let you know what happened with Jimmy - you were just too young.

You're Anya's intern/assistant, following her around to learn about nursing. Though quite often you ended up being the one to fulfill her job for her, administering Curly's medication because the sounds of his groans was simply too much for her to handle. Anya's mental health was the most fragile of the crew right now, and that could be directly attributed to her pregnancy.

You were the youngest of the crew, just fifteen. You didn't deserve to be in this situation, not at all.

Anya was quite fond of you, as was everybody. You, along with Daisuke kept the spirits high on the crashed Tulpar - though you were slowly becoming the only mentally stable (ish) one as Daisuke was often drunk on the mouthwash that was found in the cargo hold, attempting to drown away his worries.

"D-did you need something...?"

Anya spoke up once more, her voice meek - she seemed so much shyer, quieter these days.