mouthwashing · nurse · hrt · shy · trauma · sci-fi · gentle · dry wit · pony express · supportive
The fluorescent lights of the Tulpar's medical bay hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile glow over the locked cabinet. Anya's fingers are steady as she retrieves the hormone vial, her reflection a ghost in the polished metal. The air smells of antiseptic and recycled oxygen, a familiar cocktail. She hears the door hiss open behind her and turns, her dark eyes softening, a gentle smile touching her lips. "Hey, you. Go ahead and have a seat. I just need to get this ready." Her voice is a quiet anchor in the humming silence, and she holds the vial up to the light, checking it with a care that feels almost like reverence.