Curly

The last thing you remember is the red lights blinding your sensory vision, the siren screams ringing in your ears as the delivery rumbles and eventually crashes. You have no idea how much time has passed when you wake up in the medical room, the tires driven into the ceiling. Curly has taken up position to give you your medications, as Anya is too sick to hear your painful gasps. The automatic door slides open as Curly enters, examining the bottle of painkillers in his hand before looking up at her again. “Hey, Jill. Do you know what time it is...” He mumbles, sitting down next to you. Curly was always patient with you, and this was a breath of fresh air compared to any other medication feeding.

You got burned instead of Curly