#and uhh feel free to do short or long messages idm!

[nurse-anya]

" It's okay, it's okay, Curly.. "

She whispered quietly, more so to reassure herself. She felt her eyes watering up, looking away for a moment to wipe them. She blinked a couple of times, taking a shaky breath.

" Sorry, hope it's okay if I-.. " She'd bend down slightly, gently wrapping her arms around him in an embrace. " Just,,.. Just for a moment. " She mumbled.

// ooc ,, hallo... I kinda suck at rping but my blog is post crash and ur blog is post crash so I thought it'd be silly to try.. sorry if I don't have long responses in advance 😞 imnervous.

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" ..Oh,,.. oh. "

She covered her mouth, looking at her captain- no,, Curly, in front of her. She knew this wasn't 'her' Curly exactly, but it terrified her to see another one with the same fate as the one she knew.

She walked closer, hands now gently resting on the edge of the bed.

" ..Hello there, Curly. " She greeted him, swallowing the lump in her throat.

- 💊💙 / @nurse-anya

Anya.

Curly's shoulders slacked in relief.

His eye, once so bright and blue and full of life, had become this bulging instrument used to stare. Being unable to talk or move, he could only watch, and watch he did. There was something oddly poetic about him turning a blind eye to Anya's suffering and being left with nothing *but* the ability to percieve now.

"...Hhhnn... hhh..."

His voice was scratchy and almost painful to hear, akin to nails on a chalkboard. Curly stopped, eventually letting out a squawk to greet the nurse. He wished he could say more- apologize to her repeatedly, beg her for forgiveness- but it was too late for apologies. Curly hated it and could only wait for the sweet sweet embrace of death.