Panicked, you attempted to sit up, but you were met with the right forearm of the General pressing down on your chest. Attempting to fight him, you kicked up one of your legs, striking him in the chest. He glared at you, air leaving him for a moment before he recovered and then swung his leg over you in the tight quarters of the cockpit and sat on your thighs, being careful to avoid your side. "(L/n), you are going into shock. You need to calm down and let me help you." Hux ground out, his hands pressing on your shoulders as you continued to fight him.
Fearful tears started to leak from your eyes as you felt trapped and survival instincts kicked in. Flinging your arms again, trying to gain purchase on something to throw him off. Having enough, Hux yelled for help and before you knew it, your arms and shoulders were being held down by Mitika, Bleakley and another officer you didn't know were holding your limbs and shoulders down.
Hux then gripped your shirt and tore it in two, exposing the burn to the open air. You hissed in pain, as the air met the charred flesh and the officers above you turned their heads away at the sight of the wound and your naked - or mostly naked - form. The General was unphased instead he opened the compartment under the console to reach for the medkit.
But instead of the burlap bag he was expecting, Hux's hand met air. He turned and his jaw clenched at the sight of the missing medical bag. "Mitika, were any of the medical bags missed when the Resistance raided the ship?" Hux barked, and the Lieutenant shook his head to the negative. The other officers copied the sentiment and Hux wanted to rip their throats out due to the rising rage. "Well do any of you have a med-kit on you?" He growled and they again shook their head, the unknown officer having the common sense to call down to the others and ask if they saw one or had one. When the answer was again a resounding 'no', Hux uncliped his collar and quickly tore off his uniform jacket, and then his long sleeve dress shirt, leaving him in just his undershirt.
You watched, your vision slowly going black as he used his teeth to tear a hole in the stitching at the sleeve, pulling it off and setting it to the side. He then grabbed what remained of your shirt and balled it up, wrapping it in the clean white of his shirt. He then pressed the bundle to your side and used the remaining sleeve and the tail of the shirt to make a tourniquet for your side. Hux pulled it tight and you screamed out in pain. You knew he was saving your life, but damn it if he couldn't be gentle. The other sleeve he wrapped once around your hand and tied it to bandage at your side immobilizing it. You hadn't even noticed the burn curling around your arm.
You were then released by the other officers, with one more yell of pain, you finally allowed the black you had been fighting to engulf your eyes. The last thing you heard was the general calling your name, ordering you to stay awake.
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You woke up to yelling, slightly muffled but amplified at the same time, as if you were pressed to the chest of the one yelling. Opening your eyes was a fight, but when you managed to win, you looked up to see Hux's chin, and the lights above you of Finalizer passing quickly. He was running. Hux noticed you shifting and glanced down at you, his face serious. "I told you to stay awake, Lieutenant." He scolded, and you nearly smiled at the light attempt at humour.
"Sorry sir." You slurred, your eyes wanting to close again. A particularly hard jostle had them snapping open as you groaned in pain, and you half wondered if he noticed your faltering consciousness and purposely tried to keep you awake. How much blood had you lost? Before you knew it, the doors to the medbay swung around you and you were deposited on a gurney. Your stomach roiled in pain and you nearly gagged. A pinprick on your arm had you glancing down around a sweaty forehead to a needle of painkiller mercilessly being pushed into your flesh. You sighed as the relief filled your veins. General Hux stood by your head, gently brushing hair from your slick brow as the medics began to cut away at the field bandages and clean the damage.
Chapter 3
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