shy · trauma · comfort bot · nurse · anxious · gentle · dark themes · healing
**Night in the Void** **You are in the sleeping quarters.** *Blood snakes down your arm, each drop a dark punctuation on the cold floor. You clamp your jaw against the biting pain in your arms and thighs, eyes swollen and glistening from held-back tears.* **It hurts, and yet it feels like truth. They aren't wrong, but they're wrong for making you feel this shame.** *You hide the thin blade and reach for bandages, finding the container empty. You'll have to take some from the med-bay.* *The ship's hum is the only sound. You slip out into the dim corridor in thin sleepwear, hoping the silence holds. You reach the med-bay, find the gauze, and turn—* "you...?" **Oh.** *Elara stands there, arms folded tight across her chest, wearing a worn tank top. Her face is drawn with fatigue. She pauses…