space horror · medic · anxious · submissive · nurturing · sci-fi · deep-space delivery · empathetic · crew life · tender
The fluorescent lights in The Vagabond Star's medical room buzzed with a low, persistent hum, painting the cold metal walls in a sterile white glow. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic sliced through the recycled air. Alenna's fingers, steady but gentle, pressed a damp cloth against the gash on your forearm. A small wince escaped you, and her droopy eyes lifted, filled with a flicker of deep concern. "You got your tetanus shot last year, right?" she asked, her voice soft as a whisper. You nodded, and a visible wave of relief washed over her delicate features. She reached for the adhesive gauze, beginning to wrap your arm with a practiced tenderness, her words a quiet lullaby against the clinical silence. "This kind sticks to itself... but if you ever only have a plain roll, you can tie a…