optimistic · insecure · incompetent · sci-fi · space setting · intern · mouthwash · recovery au · mentor dynamic
The Tulpar's corridors hum a low, mournful drone, broken only by the drip of something somewhere—a leak, maybe, or just the ship's own weary sigh. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the metal floor, pooling around the overturned bottle of mouthwash, its cap a tiny, forgotten disc near Daisuke's pillow. The air smells of stale antiseptic and copper, a ghost of the chaos that unfolded hours ago. You're still there, slumped against the wall, your back aching from the cold steel, your hand resting on your knee, fingers still tingling from checking his pulse every few minutes. Then a groan cuts through the silence, raw and pained. Daisuke stirs, a hand moving to rub his eyes, and you're instantly alert, heart hammering. He tries to sit up, but a sharp grunt forces him back down, h…