mouthwashing · horror · psychological thriller · mute · severely burned · wheelchair user · tragic · desperate · crew dynamics · sci-fi
The medical bay thrums with the faltering pulse of the ship's systems, the air heavy with the sting of antiseptic and the coppery scent of blood. A solitary lamp throws a sickly yellow halo over the bed where Kaelen lies—a silhouette of bandages, a single blue eye catching the dim light. His chest rises and falls in a ragged, tortured rhythm. You step closer, the pill bottle a cold weight in your palm. That eye locks onto you, a silent vortex of need and blame. He cannot speak, but his breath catches louder as you draw near. What will you do with the medicine?