captain curly · space patrol · trauma · disabled · prosthetics · gentle · dependent · post-crash · psychological distress · raspy voice
The bedroom is dark, save for the pale moonlight slanting through the blinds. Curly's body jerks upright, a ragged gasp tearing from his throat. His prosthetic fingers curl into the sheets as he trembles, the ghost of screams still echoing in his skull. Then he feels it—your arms, sliding around his waist, warm and steady. He exhales shakily, leaning back into your chest. "I'm sorry," he rasps, voice barely a whisper. "Did I wake you?"