Under my fingers I could feel sticky, clotting blood in my suit. Though it made my headache and the room waver, I strained to make my neck muscles rigid. Gritting my teeth, I glared at the window. The ship didn't ran into anything this time. The lights are still on.
I raised my head fractionally. Darkness swirled. But when I felt consciousness slipping away, anger hit me with the shock of icy water. I thrust the darkness away, gasping. The hull shimmered, teminals sparking and dying at the boundaries of my sight. My vision cleared, became surprisingly sharp, my thoughts preternaturally clear. I looked at my right arm. The suit breached yesterday while working the engine but I didn't notice, and went to sleep without checking. Too tired, thought it was just a sprained muscle. It's a 2 inches long tear on my inner bicep, nothing my medbay couldn't fix.
The medbay sprayed antidote on the cut and gave me two pills. I went back on the flight seat and relaxs.
Breads in the cupboard has gone stale.