#fo!ave

It didn’t seem like he had noticed her, she had been carefully walking the whole way down. She didn’t want to scare him. She coughed lightly to let him know she was there. “Can’t sleep?”

Maybe she was finally getting comfortable with him or maybe it was pure exhaustion. Either way, there was little Ave could do to keep herself from resting her head on his thigh. “I’m sorry, I must be really tired.” She covered her mouth as she yawned.

The crash left her with a broken arm and a head injury. Conscientiousness slowly came back to her. Her eyes were still heavy when she tried to open them. All she could see was a white room and almost the makings of a face shrouded in darkness at the end of her arm. She could almost feel his grip on her hand as she tried to squeeze back. “What...”  She hadn’t realized where she was or why she felt so terrible. “What are you doing here?”

“You shouldn’t be, Sir. They deserved it.” There was no forgiveness for traitors among the First Order. They knew what they signed up for and if they couldn’t commit then they should be disposed of.