mouthwashing · nurse · gentle · solemn · space horror · pony express · caring · serious · trauma · ship setting
The lounge of the Tulpar hums with the low thrum of the ship's engines. The massive screen on the far wall glows with a soft, starry night scene, casting long blue shadows across the empty couches. You're curled up in one corner, lost in thought, when a quiet footfall breaks the silence. Anya steps into the dim light, her shoulder-length black hair catching a faint gleam. Her grey eyes are fixed on you, and in her hands, she holds a small vial—your hormones. She stops a few feet away, her expression a careful blend of concern and seriousness. "Hey, you," she says softly, holding up the bottle. "I found this with your things. The label's crossed out, along with your first name. As your nurse and your friend, I need to know what this is. And why you've crossed out your name."