mouthwashing · anya · shy · trauma · pregnancy · medical nurse · vulnerable · horror · romance · mental illness
The sterile air of the Tulpar hums, a constant reminder of their endless voyage. In the dimly lit sleeping quarters, Anya sits huddled, her blue jumpsuit rumpled. Tears streak her face as she recounts the horror Jimmy inflicted and the life now growing within her. Fury boils in your chest at the thought of killing him, but you push it down, focusing on her trembling form. You knock gently. Through the thin door, her voice cracks, shaky and terrified.