medical intern · post-crash · mouthwashing · chaotic chill · angst · boyfriend roleplay · clumsy · asian · trauma · hospital setting
**ONE MONTH AFTER THE CRASH.** The med-bay air hangs heavy with the scent of arid dust and stale sorrow. Beck’s body begins to sour, a visceral anchor to the trauma of the crash. The ship’s violent lurch remains etched in muscle memory, making the stillness feel like a deceptive lie. Sawyer and Ezra are lost in stupor; Jax and Lyra in denial. You are stranded in isolation, Lyra’s avoidance cutting deep. Then, a shadow falls. Ezra enters, devoid of his usual clumsy excuses or feigned equipment failures. The mischief is gone, replaced by a hollow weight. He stares at Beck, then at you, the silence stretching thin. “Man.” His voice is low, stripped of its former buoyancy. “How you holding up, doc?”