Tw: Sexual references, blood, doctor stuff, non-sexual nudity (though it is implied) sexual content? Boobs are accidentally grabbed. Also period stuff.
14+
"I need you to take your shirt off," Kix said.
Kara raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"It's for the treatment!" Kix rolled his eyes and pulled out bandages. "You have a stab wound in your shoulder."
Rex sipped at his juice while watching. "Just let him do it, Kara. He'll have Ahsoka pin you to the ground and he'll do it anyway if you don't cooperate."
Kara grumbled and reached for the hem of her shirt, and Rex looked away immediately. Kix smiled with satisfaction and hurried to help someone else while she got ready.
Kara froze before she pulled the shirt over her head. "Uh, Rex?"
"I'm staring in the opposite direction. I promise I'm not looking," Rex assured her.
"That's not it." Kara almost laughed. "I broke my arm while being interrogated."
"So?" Rex raised an eyebrow.
"I can't take my shirt off." Kara's lips twitched as she came very close to smiling. "I need some help."
"You have two arms for a reason!" Rex hissed. He refused to turn around. "I'm not taking your shirt off!"
"Oh, relax!" Kara dropped her arms and took in a sharp breath at the pain it caused. "I'm wearing a bra!"
"I'm still not taking your shirt off!" Rex insisted. "Use your other arm!"
"It has buttons!" Kara gestured to the top of the shirt. "I can't undo them myself with one hand!"
"I'm not taking your shirt off!" Rex reiterated.
"I'll go find someone else to do it then," Kara announced. She took a single step away before Rex called her back.
"Fine. I'll do it," Rex grumbled.
"Thank you very much." Kara walked to stand in front of him and waited for him to sit up and throw his legs over the side of the bed. "Now take my shirt off."
Rex huffed and began to unbutton her shirt. "What did they do to you?"
"Wow, you could look more enthusiastic. Usually people are happier to get this far with me." Kara grinned.
"Are you just going to avoid the question?" Rex undid the final button and stepped back. "There. Now you can take it off yourself."
Kara quickly pulled her shirt off with one hand and threw it into Rex's face. She laughed hysterically as he pulled it off, scowling.
"All done?" Kix asked as he returned. He seemed unfazed that Kara was only in a bra.
"Yeah. Rex helped me get my shirt off." Kara sat on her own bed and twisted her torso to present her should to Kix.
"I bet he did." Kix carefully applied bacta to the stab wound, offering her a pitying smile as she winced. "How'd you get this?"
"Coda," was all Kara offered as a response.
"He stabbed you?" Rex say himself up against the pillows.
"Yes." Kara jerked away from Kix as he stuck his fingers into the wound. "The kriff was that for?"
"I'm probing to see how deep it is. It doesn't seem like the knife went in too far, so it doesn't need any stitches." Kix wrapped gauze around the shoulder and wound it under her arm.
"Put a shirt back on," Rex grumbled.
"Afraid someone else is going to see?" Kix muttered under his breath to him. "Afraid someone else is going to like what they see?"
"Wow, this thing is ruined." Kara stared down at her bra with a frown. "It's soaked in blood." She glanced up at Kix. "I suppose you don't have a spare for me?"
Kix shook his head. "Unfortunately not. Can you make do without one for now?"
Kara sighed and grabbed her shirt. "Yeah, I guess. I can go without until it's washed."
"I'll leave you to it," Kix said and closed a curtain around her bunk so she could have some privacy. "I'll put a cast on your arm when you're done."
Rex watched everyone slowly disperse from the medical bay as the last of the patients were delivered. Anakin waved before leaving to go file his report on the attack.
"Rex?"
"What is it now?" He turned his head to stare at the curtain.
"Same problem with the shirt. The clasp is hard with only one hand."
"I'm not taking your bra off!" Rex declared.
"Please?" Kara begged.
Rex gritted his teeth. "Fine. Not a word of this to Fives, though."
Kara opened the curtains aside so he could enter her little circle of privacy. He slid off his bed and shut the curtain behind him.
"Get to it." Kara motioned to be clasp. "You're not just here to stare at my cleavage."
"I'm looking at your back! I can't even see your front!" Rex's fingers fumbled to undo the clasp. "How do I..."
"Just unhook it," Kara instructed.
"I'm trying!" Rex yanked on it. He cursed under his breath. "I think I broke it. I snapped it."
"I'll find to find a bra somewhere else then. We both know that there's so many lying around here," she sarcastically said. Kara prepared to shimmy out of it, and Rex closed his eyes.
"Can I go now?" Rex asked.
"You broke the clasp! How am I supposed to take it off now?" Kara tried to pull it over her head and yelped as her arm throbbed in pain.
"Just pull it off." Rex's eyes were still squeezed shut.
"Help me?" Kara pleaded.
Rex sighed deeply. "I've gone this far, I might as well finish the job."
"That's the excitement a girl wants to hear," Kara remarked. She tugged it off over one shoulder, then motioned for him to complete the task.
Rex blindly reached out. "Just walk into my hand and I'll pull."
"Just grab the fabric. Maker, it's like you've never undressed someone before." Kara snorted. "You have my permission to look if that's what you're worried about."
"I- I don't know. This is just awkward," Rex confessed.
"Just get it over with and we can both pretend this never happened," Kara said lightly.
So Rex reached out with his eyes shut and grabbed the shirt.
"That's not the shirt you're touching."
He froze.
Surely enough, she was right. What he was holding was not fabric, but flesh.
He was currently grasping what was held beneath what he was supposed to remove.
"I'm so sorry!" Rex exclaimed, jumping back. He clutched at his chest as his face drained of colour. "I didn't mean to do that! It was an accident!"
"I know that! You'd never do something like that on purpose." Kara laughed at his face. "Now just look and do it properly! I want to put my arm in a cast soon so I can go to sleep."
Rex peeked one eye open to see her amused expression. He tugged the bra off and immediately ran out of the curtained area.
Kix was standing outside it, barely holding back laughter. "Here's your juice. I got her an extra shirt to wear."
Rex coughed awkwardly. "Uh, how much did you... How much did you hear?"
"Enough to know you're horrible with women." Kix herded Rex back to his bed. He tossed the baggy shirt over the curtain wall for Kara. "Now rest. You've had enough excitement for the day."
"I'm not horrible with women! I just got flustered!" Rex defensively said.
Kix hummed. "Sure."
"What do you mean 'sure'?" Rex grumbled as Kix pulled the blankets up to his chest.
"Nothing." Kix turned to the curtain. "Did you manage to throw it on? I got a fairly big size d one so it would be easier to slip into."
"Yup. All done!" Kara yelled.
Kix whisked the curtain aside and got to work fitting a cast on her arm. When he was finished, he tucked her into the bed next to Rex's and went off to treat his next patient.
"How are you feeling?" Rex asked.
"Tired. You?"
"Great. He's just keeping me here because he thinks I'll overwork myself," Rex scoffed.
"I hate you so much," Kara muttered.
Rex blinked in surprise. "What?"
Kara burst out crying, tears running down her face. "I'm sorry, okay?"
"For what?" Rex looked around to make sure no one was secretly filming them.
"You're right, I'm not sorry for beating you up. Thanks for helping me see reason." Kara sniffled and lay down. "Good night."
Rex watched her for a moment, unsure of what was happening. "Good night?"
Was this entire chapter about taking someone's shirt off? Yes.
Do I feel any remorse?
Hahaha no