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𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞

Pairings ➤ Curly × Fem!Reader

Content: Angst, Jimmy, Curly choking down his pills

Synopsis: Keeping him sane from the pain is all that you can do.

WC: 710

Note: I'm rather rusty with the writing. It's been a while.

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Art by @berryboo

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“Y/N,” Jimmy calls, snapping the nurse out of her thoughts. “Yes?” she answers, looking up at the man as her body tensed up ever so slightly. Her body is always prepared to punch the man in the face especially since everything seems to get worse now that he's in charge.

“He's making those noises again and Anya was the one who shut him up last time. It's your turn now,” she still couldn't understand how Curly ever managed to be friends with someone as despicable as Jimmy, how he still even considered him a friend even after the blatant display of envy. She couldn't understand him. Nevertheless “Right, I'll get to it” she didn't question the man and did as he said. She was in no state or mood to fight, especially knowing that there were more important things to worry about and that she couldn't let Curly suffer a second longer than he already has.

She rushed towards the Med-bay where she was met with a groaning and writhing Curly. The sight made her cringe, her skin crawl, and pity the incapacitated captain. “Hnggrhhhh...” Curly groaned and whined uncontrollably. The nurse quickly walked towards the table with the painkillers “Yes, captain. I know,” taking out a bunch of pills before hastily approaching his bed.

Curly looked up at her with his one eye still groaning and writhing, pleading despite his lack of words to make the pain end. She looked down at him with pity. This wasn't the captain Curly she knew. “Yes, I know. I hear you,” unlike Jimmy, she was very gentle with handling Curly. She took the courtesy of slightly seating herself next to him so could lift his head just high enough to be able to swallow his pills somewhat easier.

“Hrnhhgg!” Despite his squirming, she was able to keep a firm but gentle hold on the man as he then opened his mouth “I know, captain” and gave him his pills one by one. What followed next was the agonising noise of Curly struggling to swallow down his pills along with the jerking of his body. As much as it killed her to witness the sight, she held on to Curly firmly, assisting him and ensuring that he did not choke his pills.

At the end of the gruelling process, she let out a breath she wasn't aware she held. As she was about to lay Curly back down so she could head out, the unmistakable sound of soft, broken sobs reached her ears. Immediately, her eyes snapped down towards Curly, realising that he was... crying. She did not know what to do or say but she could understand one thing from this moment: Curly did not want to be alone. Despite the mere twitches he was able to make with his body, she noticed his left arm slightly, ever so slightly reaching out towards her, as if begging her to stay.

His one eye remained trained on her and despite the lack of tears, she knew he was trying to cry and sob uncontrollably... but could not because of the pain. It crushed her, “No need, Curly,” but she gently held him in her arms against her abdomen “I'll stay,” gently and briefly caressing his head as she listened to his sobs. Her eyes teared up at the noise... This was not her once trustworthy and responsible captain, no... he was just a man. A broken man. And that hurt to know.

At that moment, it all began to sink in. The agony Curly is in, the likelihood of remaining in space and never being found, the monster that is Jimmy being in charge of things. What would become of Swansea, Anya, Daisuke? What would become of Curly?

What would become of her?

Tears clouded her already blurry vision as her arms instinctively held Curly closer, though it was to comfort herself more or less. Curly's despair forced her to face the reality that is. “I'm sorry...” and as her tears cascaded down her cheeks, her hand gently caressing Curly's bandaged face as his eye stared up at her, “I'll stay,” she only could promise him that slight bit of comfort she can provide and wait for their inevitable doom...

“I'll be here.”

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𓆩⚝𓆪 answered for your sins. (mouthwashing)

⛓𓌹♰𓌺⛓ TW: detailed description of gore, violence, swearing, implied 🍇, j*mmy PLEASE NOTE: I HAVE NOT PLAYED NOR WATCHED PLAYTHROUGHS OF MOUTHWASHING. I AM GOING COMPLETELY BASED OFF OF THE WIKIPEDIA + MY BROTHER EXPLAINING IT TO ME. I MAY BE WRONG ABOUT SOME OF THE LORE.

"Take responsibility." ·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:· Jimmy drowned in a series of nightmares, mainly including horses. A loud crash, however, abruptly woke him up; causing him to breathe heavily from the adrenaline of both the nightmares and the sudden noise. He attempted to see through the darkness, but even squinting his eyes led to no outcome. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he stood up, grabbing a flashlight he had near him. He ventured through the darkness-filled hallways, anxiety swelling up in his chest. He didn't know or understand why, but he had a bad feeling about this. He saw something in the corner of his eye, causing him to turn around sharply only to see nothing, as his idiotic brain forgot to flash the flashlight at it. "... Huh?" He muttered, pointing the light at the place he assumed where the anomaly was. He stared long and hard, trying to see if it was still there.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain at his throat. He tried to turn his head, but he felt a metallic object- most likely a wrench- slam against the side of his head, knocking him unconscious. 𓆩✧𓆪 He woke up in a room, but he couldn't tell where it was. He was tied down by rope, and the knots were tight. Real tight. He struggled to get free from them, but he was stupid.

"Jimmy." He heard a feminine voice. He froze. He didn't know a lot of women in the job he worked at, but there was one name that stuck out like a sore thumb.

Anya.

"Anya... The hell are you waiting for!? Untie me!" He chuckled nervously, managing to turn around using his knees; only to fall forward and banging his chin on the concrete ground.

"..." She didn't reply, hesitating before approaching. She put the heel of her boot on Jimmy's forehead, before putting her entire boot onto his head. "Fuck you. Seriously." She finally muttered, before raising her foot and slamming it down on his skull. CRACK .˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳. I stared at the blood in front of me, covering my boot in the scarlet stains. I stared at the corpse who had previously dared put his hands on me. He honestly looked like a pancake; the only thing is that its just his head. It was funny. Amusing, even.

"... I wonder." I mumbled, looking to an axe in the emergency glass case. It was wrong, he was already dead. But he deserves it. His body deserves no respect.

I approached the glass case, seeing no way to open it safely. I simply stared at it before slamming my fist into it, which wounded me. I honestly didn't care. I grabbed the axe, managing to pull it out. I looked over my shoulder, looking at the dead... Thing.

I approached him, turning him around with my foot. I cringed, realizing his face looked extremely disfigured. I immediately get snapped out of my disgust, gripping the axe tighter. I put my other hand on it, raising it before slamming it down onto his neck. It cut through him, except for the bone. The bone was too damn thick.

"...Playing the hard way.. Huh..?" I muttered, making the body of him sit upwards. I grabbed his jaw, cringing internally at what I was about to do. I pulled his head off of his damn body. :) It was satisfying. They will understand. They Won't Care If He's Dead.

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