Moss lies still on the platform, thermal blankets covering him, while Sūrya monitors his vitals in the sterile habitat.Sūrya stands at the console, her fingers resting on it, while Moss lies still under thermal blankets, the blue light casting shadows.Moss lies on the platform, dark brown eyes wide with fear, the thermal blanket barely covering his chest, shadows looming.Sūrya and Moss mirror each other's gestures, fingers pressed to their chests, under the harsh, clinical light.Sūrya sits in the monitoring chair, eyes fixed on the display, while Moss lies still under a thermal blanket behind her.Sūrya walks down the Prithvi corridor, her small figure dwarfed by the pale, curving walls, the light catching the silver mesh scar at her temple.Sūrya stands by the diagnostic platform, her head turned to watch Moss, who lies supine, biometric streams floating above him.Moss half-sits on the platform, finger to his chest, eyes locked on Sūrya, who leans forward, hand at her sternum.Sūrya sits beside Moss on the diagnostic platform, her gray eyes steady as biometric streams pulse softly above.
