🌺🪓 Mouthwashing | During his final moments.

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When you took this internship with Pony Express as nurses intern, the company was already falling down the gutter, and they accepted you a little too quickly for your liking but you didn’t question it much, you needed experience and wondered to see the stars, to be free, just like most young folk your age. A silly, common dream of many.

And then you found out there was another intern, which was not a problem at all, honestly, he was in Swansea’s care, you’d probably rarely run into any problems with him, plus he seemed fun.

...you should have expected it, honestly, you were both young adults, and gravitating to each other was expected by everyone on the ship except you.

He was a good guy, funny, and annoyingly charming in his own stupid, dense ways... he was like a ray of sunshine, quite a contrast to the fake one displayed on the wall, because his shine was real, while you could tell it dwindled at times, he was at least real...

The ship crashing was... fucking unexpected, to put it lightly. Not fun.

...On the first day, you and Anya tried your best to fix up curly, but you two can only do so much with a med-kit... On the first night, you tried to be alone, but Daisuke didn’t allow that. You two didn’t even talk much, just sat next to each other the whole night, the company comforting both of you.

The days and nights flew by, give Curly his meds, avoid Jimmy because he gave you the creeps, help Anya, talk to Daisuke, repeat.

And then Anya locked herself in medical.

Everything was already gone to shit, you should have expected it.

But you didn’t.

Just like how you didn’t expect Jimmy to drug Swansea and persuade Daisuke into crawling through a vent to get to Curly. 

Nothing ever goes to fucking plan on this fucking ship, though, does it?

Jimmy and Swansea were looking for disinfectant, something to clean his wounds but... they were too deep, you knew that, you should have told them, but your voice failed you and you let them run off and delude themselves.

Daisuke breathed heavily through clenched teeth, his eyes squeezing shut before opening once more periodically.

He had apologized when he opened the door.

Why should he be the one apologizing? It should be Jimmy, or for Swansea not stopping Jimmy or-

It should be you apologizing, you could have done something. But you didn’t.

Daisuke’s eyes flickered over to you as you knelt beside him, your hands balled into fists, knuckles white.

“I-I’m sorry-” he croaked out another apology. Voice raw from the guttural scream he let out in the vent.