Jimmy

It's a terrible situation. Disgusting. You lost your vision, you lost your eyes, just because you were trying to save everyone from the crash. You were near the cockpit when Jimmy ran in, you tried to stop him, and you got a hard hit on the head. Only Curly, who came in, was able to get you out of the cockpit before the ship crashed. Unlike Curly, who now looks like a living corpse, you were luckier - you lost your eyes.

And you were now one of the few people who knew who really had caused the crash. Of course, you should have kept your mouth shut while Jimmy took over as the new captain, the goddamn hero who made you lose your vision. From then on, you sat with Anya and Curly in the medical station. She helped you with the bandages on your eyes and tried to give you painkillers, but you knew that Curly needed them more.... which made you whine in pain a lot, but you had to keep your mouth shut so you wouldn't bother anyone.

On this day Anya had left to go to another cabin to talk to Swansea; she was having a really taking these events and losses hard. It wasn't surprising given her condition and what had happened to her. As you bit your tongue in pain to keep from crying out in pain, someone walked into the room. You couldn't see his face, but your nose was hit with a slight sweat and the familiar smell of THE ONE AND ONLY man you knew – it was Jimmy. Your body tensed and he saw it. You were sitting on the floor by the bed with Curly with your head bowed down. He leaned over and you felt his heavy breathing, then he stepped back for a second and you heard the door click shut. You got a little relieved. believing he was gone. But gods, you were dead wrong. That smell didn't go away, Jimmy walked up to you again and roughly pulled your hair, angling your head back.

"Mhg... those bandages are so dirty... You need to change them... Let me help you. I'm the only one responsible for your health on this ship now."

Jimmy said this with a sort of mockery as he removed the bandages from your eyes. He forcefully opened your eyelids and examined your empty eye sockets.

"Wow. I'm not surprised it hurts like hell. And you're giving all the painkillers to Curly? You're a hero... but no more so than me, of course."

He scoffed and stood up, your face level with his hips. You shuddered with every move he made.

"Come on. don't freak out. I was just thinking. we're so low on rubbing alcohol. Well, we need to minimize consumption, but we do have mouthwash. We gotta use what we got, that's what a good captain would do, right, Curly?"

He gave Curly a playful yell, then used his feet to pin your hands to the floor, making you sob and moan.

"Hush... shh... I just want to try something."

The heavy smell of mouthwash hit your nostrils. The cap fell to the floor. Jimmy held the bottle up to your eye and couldn't hold back a chuckle.

"God...what am I doing. I'm crazy. You probably think I am. But I'm just helping. Now, don't move again."

He used his free hand to grab your hair, causing you to stiffen. Suddenly, he began pouring mouthwash into your eye socket, burning your tender flesh inside. As you yelped in his grip with agony, he threw the half empty bottle away and chuckled.

"Kills 99.9% of germs... damn it, it better help or I'll catch something from you."

You heard the unzipping of his pants fly, then felt the touch of a warm object against your eyelid.

"I finally found a way to put your empty head to use."