I'm jolted awake by Kylo's sudden movement. I open my eyes to see him sitting up in bed, breathing heavily with sweat trickling down the side of his face.
"Kylo?" I ask curiously, wondering what's wrong.
The clock reads 1:30 a.m.
He glances back at me, but it only seems to make him feel worse as he frowns, turning away. I sit up as well, groggily situating myself beside him.
"Ky? Are you okay?" I whisper. I rub circles on his bare back until his breathing begins to die down.
I notice tear stains on his cheeks; he must've cried while he slept.
"Ky?" I ask again.
"I-it was only a nightmare, Mal." He brushes it off nonchalantly. It's my turn to frown.
"I've never known a simple nightmare to affect you like this." I observe, staring into his eye in concern.
He sighs.
"Do you want to go back to sleep?" I say.
"I don't know." He admits.
"I'll help you." I offer, putting my hand over his. He watches my face, then proceeds to nod his head yes.
I fall back onto the pillows, making myself comfortable; then I reach forward, signaling him to come into my arms. He does so gratefully, switching roles as his head is resting on my shoulder.
I pull the blankets over us, reveled by warmth they bring, which adds to my love's warm body cuddled up to mine.
I run my fingers through his curls, occasionally kissing his head softly until I hear him snore peacefully.
Knowing that he's asleep, I allow my eyes to droop shut.
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It feels as if only minutes have passed when I'm awoken in a panic.
I taste bile in my throat; I throw the blankets away from my waist and rush out of bed, regretfully making Kylo's head drop on the mattress in the absence of my shoulder.
I slam into the bathroom and make it to the toilet just in time to let it out.
I feel Kylo's fingers brush against the back of my neck as he grabs and holds my hair out of my face.
When I'm finished, I lean against the bowl, taking a few extra seconds to breath.
"You must be sick." Kylo comments, but there's a certain edge to his voice.
"Maybe one of the troopers gave me a stomach bug." I agree.
"I think I'm gonna take a shower... thank you." I dismiss him.
Instead of making his expected remark about how he'd rather stay, he slowly nods and turns out of the room.
He looks as if he'd seen a ghost.
What's his problem?
I stop in front of the mirror and almost laugh at my own sickly resemblance to an actual ghost. I've never seen my skin so papery white; almost transparent.
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condemned ; kylo ren
FanfictionMali Ghana is a highly ranked fighter pilot for the Resistance. Still, nothing could stop her from secretly invading the StarKiller to save the one reason she even joined the Resistance; her sister, a hostage of the First Order. But, in a quick turn...