He waited until he had vented enough, came to his senses, and then collapsed onto the bed on the ship, exhausted and panting.
The cabin always seemed to be filled with a strong odor—sweat, foot odor... nauseating—but now, there was an additional pungent fishy smell.
From his body.
He raised his hand, scratching the itchy part of his face, pulling off a scaly patch of skin, mixed with blood and mucus.
Suddenly, his expression grew more dazed.
He got up, looked at the bed next to him, empty and barren, hesitated for a moment, and started rummaging under the other person's bed until the door opened, freezing him in place.
"I, I'm sorry, I... I just... wanted to find some medicine..."
"I know."
The equally emaciated crew member nodded numbly, the marks of scales remaining on his face, holding a packet of medicine: "I've run out too, all gone... go find the Captain, he still has some..."
Reidwan swallowed, watching him pry off the only pill on that packet and swallow it down.
