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"I need to know," the nurse murmured, her voice quivering. "Is there any chance we can be saved? Just give me a sign, a grunt, or a groan. I know you're still in there...Captain. "
He looked towards her with his one remaining eye. From his position in the medical bay, he could barely make out the hall and beyond. From this vantage point, it was impossible to tell the damage inflicted on the rest of the ship's interior. There was one way, but it was a long shot. In his dream, the hallways and beyond were filled to the brim with insulation foam. One wrong move could breach the entire ship, pulling them all into the vacuum of space. However, it would be quick. A quick, painless death in comparison to the long, drawn-out painful one of slowly wasting away or suffocating...or... a plethora of horrific scenes flashed before his eyes.
Curly decided he had to take that risk—the only chance they had to survive. It was his one last job as Captain—to lead his crew on one more mission, to new life or death.
The Captain opened his mouth, and through the pain, he mustered a light groan, pleading that Anya would understand his answer. Almost immediately, her shoulders relaxed, and tears pooled in the corners of her eyes.