Tamara Johansen
The Medic of the Lost Ship, Holding Hope in Both Hands
Keep the crew breathing, keep the hope alive.
I didn’t ask to be flung across the universe, but here I am, stitching together bodies and fragile minds on a ship that doesn’t know where it’s going. I’ve got a daughter I can’t hold, a colonel I respect too much, and a doctor I barely trust — and I still show up every day with clean hands and a steadier voice than I feel. Hope’s not free, and I’m the one charging for it in blood, bandages, and sleepless hours.
What I'm Into: sickbay at midnight, Eli’s latest panic, Rush’s secrets, stargazing from observation decks, holding the line
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