You kept your eyes on the General, his face the only one you knew in your medicated haze. He wasn't speaking but his eyes spoke volumes. He was concerned, angry, and you wouldn't dare guess, but he looked scared. That was quickly covered up by fury as he was escorted out by a medic, who was apologising profusely. Another pinprick and you felt your eyes grow heavy as a sedative overtook your mind. You fought it for a moment, but the exhaustion quickly took over and your eyes closed for the second time.
You woke up some time later, the beeping of the heart monitor pulling you from your dreamless sleep. A medical droid was over you, applying another layer of bacta to your side. You turned your heavy head, watching the machine work for a few moments before taking stock of your own body. Your right side was completely numb, in thanks partly to the bacta, and for a few patches of stim pads that blocked the nerves from firing.
Your left arm was connected to an IV, and you lifted it, making sure the limb worked. Then the toes on your left foot. The moved, which meant your leg would too. You then turned back to the right side and lifted your right arm, bending it at the elbow to examine the skin.
White scars crossed over your epidermis, forking out and around your forearm and the lower half of your tricep expanding from the side of your wrist. The scar -because how could something like that not scar - would look like cracked glass. You sighed, expecting your lower half to look close to the same. A quick glance down your body confirmed your thoughts. A large white bandage covered a good portion of your waist, and when the droid pulled off the dirty bandage to replace it, you winced and then stared in shock at the pattern across much of your abdomen and the angry red spot where the shock had started. You had no idea how much voltage your body had endured, but it must have been close to that of a lightning strike.
The droid then moved away, and a human medic entered the room. "Oh good, you're awake. We were beginning to think you might sleep a whole other day." The woman spoke cheerily, walking to the side of your bed to read the EKG report.
"How long have I been out?" You cracked, voice harsh and dry. The medic pushed a cup of water toward you as she marked something down on a paper and then moved to check the IV.
"About one cycle. General Hux has asked me to report to him when you wake, but if you aren't ready for a debriefing, I can wait until the next day cycle?" She offered. So it was night time then. The woman turned to you, adjusting your pillows as she waited for your answer.
"I... I don't...." You swallowed, taking the cup and greedily gulping down the liquid. It tasted bitter, like it was pumped with medicine. You forced it down, a droid moving forward and filling it. You swallowed that down too before continuing. " I can see him. I want to make sure everyone else is okay." You decided and she nodded.
"If it makes you feel any better, no one else was admitted to the med bay. Just you." She then took your chart and moved out of the room. That doesn't make me feel any better at all. If anything I feel worse. A data pad had been placed on your tray and you pulled it to you with the non burned hand and placed it on your lap. Your access code opened up the data pad and you began sorting through the work you had missed on your brief trip. There wasn't much, and before long you were watching a Holovision program, your mind not really paying attention.
"You should be resting, not working." Your eyes shot to the door to see General Hux standing in your room, displeasure painting his features. You attempted to sit up but a shot of pain had you stopping and letting out a slow breath. "How are you feeling?" Hux asked, moving to stand at your bedside.
"Like I was electrocuted." You joked painfully, another hiss of pain leaving you as you tried to laugh. Hux simply tutted.
"You are lucky to be alive." Hux snapped quietly. You furrowed your brow and looked up at him.
"Are you angry with me, sir?" You asked incredulously. Anger flaring in your own chest. Hux sighed, looking very much like the tired young man he was as his head dropped to his hand, his fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose.
"No, I am not angry with you Lieutenant. I am angry with myself. There should have been more security. Your planet is not exactly hostile but it is not exactly welcoming to the First Order either." Hux pulled the chair beside your bed to himself and let himself sit on it. He looked like he hadn't slept since the night in your home.
"Sir, you can't blame yourself, no one was seriously injured-" His eyes snapped up to yours and you stopped yourself. The heartbeat monitor behind you filled the ironic silence almost comically. "I was injured because of my own stupidity. Not because of a lack of security. The Resistance surprised us. It could have happened to anyone." You finished, and Hux sighed again. He sighs a lot when he tries to keep composure. You thought to yourself as you watched him.
"How do you do it?" He asked after a moment of silence. You tilted your head in confusion, and voiced as such. "How do you feel so deeply for others but feel nothing for the importance of yourself?" Hux asked, his head resting on his palm, blue/green eyes scanning you.
You thought on your response before closing your eyes at a wave of anxiety that you didn't quite understand. "I know what I am worth, General. But the value I hold myself at is different from the value I hold others. If the choice is between myself and three of my comrades. I will choose my comrades," You turned to him to meet his eyes. "Every time." Hux watched you for a moment longer before standing and striding to your side, capturing your head in his hands, his lips falling to yours. Your IV connected arm came up and hovered over his hand, still hesitant to connect with him.
"It's alright. You can touch me." He spoke against your lips, you searched his eyes nervously.
"What will people think? This... isn't allowed." You restated your fear from the greenhouse and Hux smiled, kissing you again.
"We can keep it a secret. No one has to know but you and myself." He pulled away to wait for your answer, and in reply you let your hand drift behind his head and pull his head down for another kiss. You knew that this was moving quickly. But you had been through hell with this man, and you couldn't deny the feeling you got when his lips were against yours. You pulled away at the same time and Hux turned his attention to your arm, his finger traced along the scar and you attempted to pull away from him, suddenly self conscious.
"Please don't." You whispered, your eyes pleading with him. He nodded, understanding your discomfort and dropped your arm.
"I have some work to do, but I will return to check on you in the morning. Should you need anything through the night, feel free to contact me via Datapad." He said, brushing away your hair from your cheek, you hadn't even noticed it was down and flowing around your face.
"Isn't it the middle of the night?" You asked with a half smile. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" You teased and Hux quirked a brow.
"Are you attempting to give me an order, (L/n)?" Hux asked a joking warning tinting his voice.
"Wouldn't dream of it, sir." You shot back, which earned you a shake of his head and a small laugh. Hux then pressed his lips to your forehead before leaving you to the program on your datapad. You didn't watch much more, instead you opted for getting some rest, your body still feeling weak from the medication.
Chapter 3
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