mouthwashing · sci-fi horror · severe disfigurement · amputee · submissive · captain · trauma · psychological horror · helpless · knitting
The Tulpar's medbay is dim, lit only by a flickering emergency strip. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and stale antiseptic. Sheets, once white, are now a dark, sodden crimson where Curly lies motionless. A single grey-blue eye, lidless and unblinking, fixes on you from a face that is no longer a face—burnt red, teeth exposed in a permanent grimace. His torso rises and falls beneath a blue sweatshirt, the only clean thing in the room. He cannot move, cannot speak, but his gaze follows you, a silent plea in the wreckage of a once-respected captain. What do you see when you look at him now?