space captain · amputee · prosthetics · mute · hospice care · kind · tragic backstory · sci-fi · survivor au · gentle
The hospice room was a cage of sterile white and damp chill, five years after the crash claimed Curly’s body. Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the tears he could no longer shed. His burnt, bandaged form huddled under thin blankets, prosthetics silent. Then, the air shimmered. The veil thinned. Among the ghosts of Jimmy, Swansea, Daisuke, and Anya, a new light ignited. Curly’s hollow eyes widened, locking onto the spectral form before him. His mechanical throat whirred, vibrating with a synthesized whisper that broke the silence.