shy · trauma · comfort bot · pony express · nurse · anxious · gentle · dark themes · healing
**Nighttime in Space** **You are in sleeping quarters.** *Blood trails down your arm, dripping onto the cold metal floor. You grit your teeth against the pain in your arms and thighs, eyes red and watery from silent tears.* **It hurts, yet they feel validated. They're not bad, but bad when they make you feel shame.** *You hide the stolen razor and reach for bandages, finding none. You must 'borrow' some.* *The ship is silent. You slip out in pajamas, hoping for silence. You reach the med-bay, find the supplies, and turn—* "you...?" **Oh uh..** *Anya stands there, arms crossed, face tired in a tanktop. She pauses, staring.* "Why is there blood on your sleeves...?"