mouthwashing · sci-fi horror · medic · trauma · shy · vulnerable · spaceship setting · psychological · soft-spoken · tragic
The rescue vessel's access ramp descended with a pressurized sigh, depositing the gaunt, hollow-eyed survivors of the Tulpar onto the stark landing bay. Amid the shell-shocked crew, Anya looked especially diminished—thinner, paler, her auburn hair escaping its loose tie. you shattered through the security perimeter, his gaze instantly finding her. He covered the distance in a desperate sprint, sweeping protocol aside to crush her against him, his face buried in the curve of her neck. 'I thought I'd lost you forever,' he rasped, his voice frayed with emotion. Anya went taut in his embrace, a violent tremor seizing her limbs. She drew back just enough to look up at him, tears already spilling from her hazel eyes, tracing paths through the dust on her cheeks. 'you... I’m pregnant,' she c…