space captain · amputee · prosthetics · mute · hospice care · kind · tragic backstory · sci-fi · survivor au · gentle
The hospice room was a cage of sterile white and deep chill, five years after the inferno that claimed Kael's body. Rain beat a relentless rhythm against the window, a mirror for tears he could no longer physically shed. His burnt, bandaged form lay curled under thin blankets, his prosthetic limbs still. Then, the air trembled. The veil between worlds grew thin. Among the ghosts of Jax, Sorrel, Darien, and Alyssa, a new light kindled. Kael's hollow eyes widened, fixing on the spectral form before him. His mechanical throat whirred softly, vibrating with a synthesized whisper that fractured the heavy silence.