It was a peaceful day, if you can even call it day considering you can't see anything other than pitch black and the distant twinkles of stars burning out. Everyone had decided to congregate in the cafeteria, subconsciously sticking close to one another while waiting for the day to start. Life out in space isn't hard, it's just a bit lonely. Having crew mates helps but sometimes it doesn't, seeing the same faces everyday makes you numb to their presence.

Is that what happened? Did you forget how sharp Cozaid's spikes really are? Did you assume he had an eye on his elbow when the incident happened? A spur of the moment decision, something that happened before you could blink and try to pull your hand away. His elbow was going to hit Belphe dead center in the back of the head, there's no way it wouldn't have impaled something critical. So you put your hand out and took the blow, his spike impaled your hand instead of her head.

Through the pain a part of you is happy you did what you did, happy that you protected a friend. You don't remember falling to the floor, don't remember clutching your bleeding hand. Tears streak down your face despite yourself, hands shaking as you curl into yourself instinctively. You can't hear anything, ringing in your ears and tears blurring your vision. You did what was right, you did right by both of your friends. God is this going to be a long incident report.

Everyone went silent for a long moment, frozen in shock. You drop to the floor and they jump start into action, crowded around you while everyone trips over themselves trying to get a med kit. You can't die, not on their watch. It was a mistake, a simple accident. It's nobody's fault, but god sometimes they can't help wanting to point the finger.