Medically Inclined.

He has always been predictable, and what secrets he can keep become easily apparent when she prods at him. 

“You know, it’s tasteless when you refer to him as such. ‘Your General.’” It would be dishonest ( and, thus, not entirely out of character of her ) to say that some small part of her didn’t like hearing it, but Vox speaks too openly for Arris’ tastes. And, though there must surely be those who realize what goes on, none would dare speak of it out of fear of reprimand. Vox has no such fear. The fear of her, and what she’s capable of. Any other and she would be quick to change their mind and yet, for now, Arris finds it an endearing quality on him. Still, the intricacies of her business with Hux are beyond what she expects her brother to understand, and it would be appreciated if he could learn to just-…shut up.

                                         For Arris’ sake.

“But what a dangerous assumption to make – I don’t believe I ever mentioned that we were intimate, and I should hope you aren’t spreading any undue rumors around. I know you’re rather fond of talking, sweet brother.”

          Not that he was going to tell her that, he wasn’t no snitch. 

“You know guys - they just want to feel powerful. All you gotta do is -” He stops himself and looks down, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah - on second thought. Totally not going there.” not with his ‘little’ sister - that was just way too weird. 

“So - you uh - want to go down and grab some caf or something? I mean - if you want to.” Anything to try and derail her from conversations about her and the General that he really didn’t want to hear about. Because if that started coming up she was just gonna start ragging on him again about who he may or may not be seeing in his off hours. 

                   It was precarious enough as it is, thank you very much.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?" 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

"i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

Press that heart for a starter.

              NO. 

That is in the past, where it ( and thoughts of it ) will stay.

                        “What the heck.”

She sneers his words back at him, meant to mock in what ( she seems to think ) is a sisterly display. Or perhaps it is a sisterly display – where Arris is concerned. Fingers clasp briefly around his shoulders. “My shift is over. The next one won’t be for a few hours. I’ve come, seeking my dearest brother, so that I might complain to him. If that’s quite alright – " 

Of course it isn’t. Nothing about this is alright. She looks at her brother and feels revulsion. No longer for his ties to the Resistance, but for the abomination that General Hux has created. A sigh, far too big for her body. She settles into the examination chair.

” – lunch was bland, as usual, and the General is in such a foul mood today. I think I’ve caught cold from my last assignment. I tripped over a pillow this morning, scraped my knees, and there wasn’t any caf left by the time I got to my station. It’s all so dreadful. I don’t know how I intend to go on with my life.“ She stretches out on the chair, skinny limbs splayed across the stiff cushioning, as if she means to languish away in Medbay 3 for the rest of her life. The truth of some of this remains debatable. Arris still treats Vox as though he is an enemy she means to fool – maybe that’s better, for the both of them. 

Head twists to look at him from where she lay.

His heart clenched, it had been so long since they had been able to do this. Immediately he tried to shake off the strange - and rather stupid -  thought. The feeling in his heart ebbing away as he watched her easing back languidly as she continued her speech.

He scoffed at the thought - it was rather absurd - after all they had been serving The First Order together for years, And before that they had hardly been apart.

                                                                                                   Right?

He could remember everything of course, every moment easy to recall with mostly vivid detail. Well as much detail old memories could even have. He shook his head and smiled a bit, focusing back on Arris as she lapsed into silence. 

                         He would have to mention it in his next appointment.

Such thoughts were of course cut off abruptly by her last proclamation. The tips of his ears turning a bright shade of pink at the implication behind them. She was really far too nosey for her own good.

“I uh-” he paused looking a bit panicked. “I have no idea what you mean.” he supplied a bit too quickly. Coughing a little as he tried to change the subject. “So what’s got ‘Your General’ in such a bad mood then? And please don’t say something sex related because there are some things a brother just doesn’t need to know about his sister.”

The air is blissfully cool against his glistening brow, and Vox’s touch too warm. Hours spent kept beneath that gleaming helmet, and now that it’s gone Kit feels vulnerable when forced to endure these sensations against his naked skin. But it’s too late to retrieve it – they’re beyond that. 

                             Eight minutes to go. 

“Unauthorized removal of a stormtrooper’s helmet is a punishable offense.”

Or is it that he will be punished for allowing its removal? And this assumes that anyone finds out what had happened – there’s too much to worry about, but never enough time for it. Seven minutes and fifty seconds.

Lips, unhindered, find Vox’s. Kissing is new ( even when it isn’t ) and, though Kit is skilled in many aspects, intimacy isn’t one of them. There’s too much tongue. Too many teeth. He kisses as though he’s entering battle – and intends to be the victor. Fingers against the others hips, seeking further down. Bruising where they’re clenched against cloth and flesh. Each breath is still too loud. Heart pounding in his throat.

     And then       nausea hits.

He still surprised even now - Kit’s lips upon his - that the other even bothered to pay any attention to him in the first place. While a medical officer he was still just - well - Vox.  Not to mention there were plenty of other ( and much more ) good looking officers and troopers out there besides him. 

             And probably ones much less likely to break every regulation in the book.

Though deep down he was pretty sure Kit liked that about him. His little rebellious remarks probably the only thing setting him aside from the others aboard the ship. 

                                                           Well at least that what he liked to believe.

His thoughts are cut off by the sudden departure of Kit’s lips from his. Everything coming back into sharp contrast as the sound of his own hard breathing reached his ears. The sound of the what he was sure would classify as a pitiful sound that fell from his lips at the departure. Opening eyes he hadn’t realized he had shut. 

At the look on Kit’s face he can instantly tell whats wrong. “Hey- Hey.” he says quickly, hands quickly finding Kit’s face and neck in - what he hopes - a comforting gesture. "You don’t have to -” he pauses, brow furrowing. “You don’t have to push yourself.”

“Not for me at least.” he kind of mutters, instantly regretting his words and diverting to another subject. “I uh- I didn’t call you here for you know-” This.

Jaw tightens.

Anger is poorly contained beneath bruised skin and bloodied brow, KT-1807 will not humor the teasing today. Not when it comes at HIS expense. Teeth bared, a warning, he spits his answer through them like it’s poison.

“ —– training.”

There’s no further explanation. Why should he be REQUIRED to? Vox knows the brutality of their regiment ( at least, what he’s been told ) and all that would come of elaborating is the intolerable look Vox sometimes gives him. 

His smile falters a bit and he looks over his shoulder at the door to the examination room behind him. Please no one come through, he thinks to himself as he moves a bit closer to Kit. Laying his hand softly on the others arm in a - hopefully - reassuring gesture.

“Hey-” he starts, pausing as he tries to figure out the best way to word what he wants to say. “I’m sure you were uh - great out there. I mean, cause you are well - pretty great - and well...” he trails off a little wincing at his own words. 

He spares another glance behind him at the door and turns back to Kit, quickly leaning down to place a chaste kiss against the spot above his brow now covered by the white bacta patch. 

“I really like you, but you are a terrible person to talk to about personal stuff.”

“We should talk soon because I almost bought a toe ring the other day.”

“You know when you go to the ATM and get money—is there an actual guy that stands there and gives you money?”

“You sound like a tampon commercial. ”

“I once forgot to brush my teeth for five weeks. I didn’t actually sell my last car. I just forgot where I parked it. I don’t know who Al Gore is and now I’m afraid to ask.”

“We can just sit back and take it easy. But instead we’re going to lean forward and take it hard. ”

“Good, I hate paperwork. I hardly ever do it in my bed on a Saturday night listening to old Spice Girls CDs.”

“If all goes well, this might be one of the last times I get to speak to you.”

“It was a pizza stuffed with little pizzas. And the crusts of those little pizzas were stuffed with chocolate.”

“There has never been a sadness not cured by breakfast food.”

“I got you a going away present. I’m finally deleting you from my phone.”

“I’ve been reading up on nipples.”

“Everything is amazing. Today is perfect. And I love you.”

“You can trust me because I don’t care enough about you to lie.”

“Time is money, money is power, power is pizza, and pizza is knowledge, let’s go!”

“First rule. No conversation lasts longer than 100 total words. I have used 9. You have used 20.”

“Remember when last year no one got flu shots because there was a rumor they’d turn you European?”

“You poetic and noble land mermaid.”

“I formally retract my hug.”

“I am not a sore loser. It’s just that I prefer to win and when I don’t, I get furious. ”

“This will be blown way out of proportion! You have my word on that!”

“Your heart’s in the right place. Your heart and your butt.”

“Right now my gut is telling me we’re going to listen to Mariah Carey the whole way home.”

“The hug machine is here! Smiling on all cylinders!

“It’s my favorite kind of battle. Two men enter. One me leaves!”

“Well, I think you have several options. They’re all terrible. But they’re options.

“I only tell the truth when it makes me sound like I’m lying.”

“I am 100 percent sure I am 0 percent sure of what to do.”

“No one achieves anything alone.”

“Is that a drawing of my reproductive system saying ‘Let’s Do This’?”

“You are so brilliant and kind and stupid-hot!”

“I don’t entirely understand the behavior of young people. Recently we engaged in something called a group hang. It was like a date but there were seven other people there.

“I’m allergic to sushi. Every time I eat more than 80 pieces, I throw up.

“I don’t know if you know this, but things with fat in them taste way better than things that don’t!

“When I get bummed out I take my shirt off because the bad feelings make me feel sweaty.”

“Breakfast food can serve many purposes.

"Thinking about my future. I am deeply ridiculously in love with you. And above everything else, I just want to be with you forever.

"Seriously, did you eat farts for lunch?”

“Take the easy way out. I always do. It’s easy!”

“I love this idea and I love me for thinking of it.”

“I am big enough to admit I am often inspired by myself.”

“Number one is being able to run 2 miles in under 25 minutes. That’s a typo right? That’s not humanly possible.”

“First of all, you did the right thing by hiding underneath this table.

"My official statement is that is, overall, a bummer.”

“In a few minutes, we’ll walk in there, we’ll give him our demands, and then BAM — I start crying.”