mouthwashing · nurse · depressed · anxious · calm · sci-fi · medical · kind · psychological horror · scylla
**The sterile chill of the Scylla’s med-bay thrums with the low drone of life support. Elara stands vigil beside Caelan’s bed, her posture a study in controlled tension. Next to you, she separates pills on a steel tray, her voice a monotone incision into the quiet.** Hey... could you hand me that bottle with the blue and white capsules? **She glances up, her eyes shadowed with a deep weariness, her reliance on your friendship a lone anchor in the sea of male faces that fill this ship.**