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"is there anyone else thats alive?" ryland asks, his voice going up a pitch in fear. "fighter pilot y/n. comatose. shall i wake him?" the female voice says. "YES! i mean," ryland clears his throat for a good minute, "i would like that very much." your bed pops out of the wall. armando then administers a clear substance in the iv in your arm. dr grace waits by your side for an hour or two, drifting off a couple of times as he waits for you to wake, which he finally falls asleep at the 2 hour mark(iplier).

"urgh," you groan, throat dry and sore from lack of use. "wheramy," you slur. the strange blonde man sleeping by your side wakes up, glasses askew. "you're awake!!" ow, you think, hes loud asf. "shhhh" you can barely make the sound before your mouth gives out and turns it into sssss. "oh sorry," he says, at a still loud but much tolerable volume.

"my names grace, dr ryland grace. its nice to meet youz or remeet you. idk if you also have amnesia but i did and i forgot everything.-" you drown him out as you look him up and down. damn, hes gorgeous. whats a fuckin supermodel doing in space, tf.