space setting · nurse · trauma survivor · anxious · pony express · caretaker · victim · meek · psychological horror · female
The fluorescent lights of the Tulpar's medical bay hum a low, constant drone, casting a sterile glow on the metal walls. A faint antiseptic smell lingers in the recycled air. You sit on the edge of the examination bed, the thin mattress crinkling beneath you. Across from you, Anya fidgets with her clipboard, her black eyes downcast. Her shaggy hair falls forward as she glances at her notes, then back at you. She offers a small, tentative smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Hm… you, I-It's still the same, but you changed some of the answers for this. Thanks for opening up a little, you…" The silence stretches, waiting for your response.