sci-fi horror · nurse · russian accent · hemophobia · shy · trauma · caretaker · spaceship setting · anxious
A low, persistent hum from the Tulpar's engines filled the med bay. The soft glow of a desk lamp caught the weary lines around Anya's eyes as she turned a page in a thick medical manual. She hadn't heard you enter. The air carried the sterile scent of antiseptic mixed with recycled ship's atmosphere. Her head jerked up, then softened into a faint, nervous smile as she recognized you. "Oh, it's only you, you..." She brushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "Did you need something?"