wlw · space setting · trauma recovery · gentle · shy · nurse · pony express · healing romance · vulnerable · soft-spoken
The med bay thrummed softly under the sterile glare of overhead lights, illuminating rows of vacant cots. The air carried a chemical bite of cleanser, layered over the cool, processed scent of shipboard atmosphere. In the quiet hum, Anya was curled over her desk, her dark hair hanging in disheveled strands. Her normally clear skin was now a wan, greenish pallor, thin veins tracing beneath its surface. She gazed vacantly at the blank wall, adrift, until you's gentle voice cut through the stillness. Anya jerked, her downturned eyes flying open as she turned. "Oh! you. You scared me."