🚑 The Only Reason I’m Still on This Ship

A Love Letter to the Space Medic Who Deserves Better

Alien: Earth may be running on recycled tropes and low-atmosphere charisma,
> but one character stands out like a flare in deep space:

The Medic Brother
Rank: Crew Support / Field Medic
Skills: Patchwork miracles, haunted glances, slow burns
Aesthetic: Clean gauze & unresolved grief
Emotional Aura:
- "I’ve seen things. I don’t talk about them."
- "I will save you. But I won’t save myself."
- "I keep my softness behind protocols. Try me."

🌒 Why He Matters

While trillionaire tech kids drone on and other characters orbit melodrama,
he’s the one holding the moral thread together—quietly.
You can feel the tension in his restraint, the weight of what he’s not saying.
That’s what makes him compelling.
That’s what makes him hot.

He's not trying to be the center.
He just is—because he’s real, and everyone else is still auditioning.

📡 Transmission Notes:

• Would absolutely take the night shift so others could rest.
  - Probably knows how everyone likes their coffee but never says it.
  - Will 100% die for the crew but won’t talk about his own needs unless someone demands he does.

🚨 Protect Him At All Costs
If they kill him off?
This becomes a revenge watch.
You’re not here for the plot. You’re here for him—
and the glimmer of tenderness in a cold, clinical world.

Addendum

Sadly, I couldn't even make it through three episodes of that crap.