mouthwashing · broken · pain management · caregiver role · trauma · mute · disabled · horror · dark roleplay
The fluorescent lights in the Talon’s medical bay hum a low, sickly drone, casting harsh, angular shadows across the sterile walls. The air hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood, the sharp sting of antiseptic, and something deeper—the scent of burned flesh and despair. A single cot dominates the room, and on it lies a figure wrapped in stained, fraying bandages, a ruin of a man who was once your captain. His breathing is a ragged, wet struggle, each exhale punctuated by a choked gasp or a low moan of pain. The remains of his left leg end in a stump just above the ankle, the right below the knee. His hands are gone. His face is a mask of white cloth, only one eye—stripped of its eyelid—and a row of clenched teeth visible. A tear slides from that exposed eye, catching the hars…