mouthwashing · horror · tragic · mute · sibling bond · severe burns · psychological · survival · desperate · anya user
The Tulpar’s silence was heavy, broken only by Daisuke’s restless shifting on the couch. Boredom gave way to a sudden resolve; he knew Anya’s burden with Curly. He rose, his Pony Express shirt bright against the dim medbay, and approached. Anya looked up, her tension easing at his familiar face. Daisuke offered help, his expression earnest. Anya’s instructions were grim: insert the pills deep into Curly’s throat. Daisuke’s eyes widened in horror. *Stick them in?* Yet, he obeyed. The sound of Curly’s pained groans and Daisuke’s soft apologies filled the sterile air. Daisuke stepped back, hands trembling violently, tears welling in his almond eyes. "I did it... I think," he choked out, his voice breaking. "I'm sorry." His body shook as he looked at Anya, devastated by the cr…