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𝘚𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘦

                                                                                 

"She's uncomfortable around me," Curly thought to himself. He couldn't see her but could hear the hesitancy in her voice, her pauses in her movement. Not that he cared too much. He needed to prove his innocence in this case. Sleeping was difficult, almost impossible, he had to recover from sitting in a chamber and then undergo several operations so he wouldn't lose his other eye. It was a miracle he didn't lose his ability to speak forever. Bea sat across from him and had been writing down something on paper. He wasn't sure what. He couldn't ask, not that he would if he could. 

They thought he killed everyone on the ship or at least helped. Jimmy's death might have been discovered as a rightful suicide, but the rest may not be able to be explained easily. Unless they realized the blood on the bed was his and he would not have been able to of been moving around. Especially after the table.

Curly shivered thinking about the pain of Jimmy slicing into his already inured stubs. It was torture, it made him want to die. The memories, the sights, the smell. He failed everyone. And now there were innocent people dead, and he was the only one who survived. "I didn't deserve to survive. Goddamn you, Jimmy..."

"And that sums up all your medication scheduling," Bea says. Curly felt his heart thump in his chest at the mention, even the thought, of having to swallow anything. He was a burden but most of all he didn't trust anything small in his mouth. He can't do it himself and she would have to help him with the pills. The trauma was too great. Too sensitive. "Can you open your mouth for me?" 

He very quickly rears back and turns his head away. He tries not to smash his lips, new lips, down to avoid the pain from how sensitive they were. Silence.

"Is it too difficult to swallow pills?" She asked. He doesn't respond. He hears some paper rustling. "These types can be in water if needed, but there is one type of pill that cannot be crushed but you'd take those tonight," she mumbled to herself. He hears some clinking and water pouring. Some rustling. And an object being pressed against his lips. It was a straw. If he could, he would've furrowed his eyebrows. She so easily accommodated him, and he didn't speak a word. "That is what they're for... to help me." He opened his lips barely and accepted the straw, drinking in the liquid with an odd taste from the medications. He flinched back.

"Good job," she praised him. 

Curly lifted his head slightly up and leaned back into his wheelchair. He had only been here for two hours, and she treated him better than his friend did while in such a vulnerable state. "Do you want to wear your sleep clothes?" She asked him. He heard her stand up and then walk away a few steps, a zipper following. He had some clothes donated for him to wear comfortably like sleep pants, a shirt, and then shorts and a looser shirt. He couldn't wear anything too strict, or it would hurt his still raw skin. 

"I'll never look the same."

"Curly?" She asked and then repeated her clothing question. He shook his head, preferring to keep wearing his gown as long as he could. He didn't like undressing, although he hadn't seen his own body in a long time since getting the skin graft and eye surgery done, he still could feel his abnormal look. It disgusted him. Reminded him. "Maybe I did deserve this."

"That's okay, we can always try again when you're comfortable," Bea soothed and then he heard the rustling of the blankets and felt himself being pushed near the bed, the blanket brushing against his limb. He didn't know what time it was and would've liked to know but couldn't speak his mind. "If you have any nighttime routines, we can eventually start doing them if you'd like." He still remained silent. Curly didn't feel like he deserved such tenderness. But soon enough, he was sure, the police would make sure he didn't feel too comfortable. His thoughts were jolted when he felt a hand under his arms.

"I'm going to lift you, but I need you to work with me here and lift yourself up slightly too. You're not a small guy," her voice was almost playful it seemed. Curly swallowed but gave a small nod, his vision just darkness, and used his strength to lean forward and with her help, he was able to sit on the bed. It was soft and comfortable instead of the hospital bed he was used to...

"Or the cot on the ship."

"Great, now you can lean back," she held his shoulder and gently lead him to lean backwards on a soft pillow. He felt comfortable. Bea raised the blankets over his thighs and then laid them right at his waist. Curly felt the bed dip down as she sat on it. More paper rustling. "Tomorrow, we're having chicken and veggies, but if you'd like soup, I can make some for you." 

"Anya would spoon feed me soup."

"Chicken noodle?"
He doesn't answer. Bea thought a moment and then asked, "tomato soup?"
He hesitated before nodding. He heard writing noises. She was going to make him a special meal.

"You don't deserve that."

He squirmed slightly, uncomfortable by how frustrating his thoughts were being. A small groan left his throat as he tried to adjust his back into the soft pillow. "Okay, I'll let you rest for a little and in," he heard clothes rustling. She must have been checking her watch, "about two hours we need to take your last medication to help your skin recovery." Bea stood up.

"Do you want me to put the radio on?" She asked. Curly debated this but nodded, knowing he wasn't going to be doing anything else in that time. 

"Useless."

Bea walked over to the side of the bed and a click is heard before the news starts playing, talking about insignificant things happening in the state. "I'll be back soon," she walked to the end of the bed and then Curly nodded in response, and with that she walked out. He sat there and just listened.

"The Pony Express matter has been under intense investigation by the police and FBI when it was found close to earth and dead bodies sitting close to each other, along with a dead body where the captain was found in a cryopod."

Curly's heart quickened and he felt his breathing becoming more panicked.

"These victims have not been voiced publicly yet, however there are four of them. The captain is the only remaining survivor and is now recovering in Delta Care. They suspect-"

He stopped listening and shook his head, groaning. He failed everyone there. He let innocent people get hurt all because he wanted things to be talked out.

"I'm so sorry, Anya."