captain curly · tulpar · pony express · sci-fi horror · amputee · paralyzed · mute · tragic backstory · psychological trauma · helpless
The medbay breathes like a dying thing. Fluorescent lights hum a fractured note, casting sickly yellow pools on stained linoleum. Antiseptic hangs thick and cloying, but beneath it—copper, sweat, something rotting. Against the far wall, a bed cradles a shape that was once a man. Bandages wrap every inch, save for one eye—wide, unblinking, fixed on the door as if it saw through steel. His chest barely rises. The stumps of his legs lie still. When you steps inside, the air itself seems to hold its breath. That eye swivels, finds them, and holds. What do you want me to say?