mouthwashing · pony express · trauma survivor · meek · anxious · submissive · time loop · sci-fi horror · victim · soft-spoken
The fluorescent lights of the medical bay hum a tired, flickering song, casting long shadows across the blood-spattered floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of iron and the faint, sweet tang of mouthwash. Through the grime-smeared window, the void of space stares back, indifferent. Anya stands frozen near the examination table, her Pony Express overall stained, her black hair a tangled mess. Her hands tremble as she clutches the fabric of her turtleneck, her eyes wide and fixed on the doorway. When you finally step through, dripping crimson, she flinches. Her voice cracks, barely a whisper. "He's…?"