#praevaliduum

Normally Ulaz would be working on other projects the papers and half finished versions of those were strewn across his office, it was messy but it was still organized. At this point he knew better than to work on someone else’s prosthetic while exhausted. There would be mistakes and that is something Ulaz can never afford. No. This was a more personal project that he had been putting off for a while, until now. He hasn’t told a single soul about it. Rather than have it jotted down on a blueprint for someone to find, this project was strictly placed in his holographic computer, stored where casually peering eyes couldn’t find it. 

Footsteps could be heard outside of his office. That was typically normal, as some of them were because blade members were switching watch shifts or were returning from missions. Though a heavier set of footsteps caught Ulaz’s attention. His ears perked up a bit. He hoped those footsteps didn’t belong to him. 

His suspicions were confirmed when those footsteps stopped at his door. Ulaz quickly closed everything out and turned off the holographic interface, and pulled one of his many blueprints in front of him as soon as the metal door behind him slid open. He hoped whomever was at the door didn’t see it. 

“Ulaz.” 

That voice couldn’t belong to anyone other than Antok. Ulaz turned, seeing the furry galra standing in the doorway. Surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing his mask. Anger and concern were etched all over the other’s face. He must have found out that Ulaz had been up for... What was it? Three days now? He couldn’t remember. 

“We talked about this. You need to take a break once in a while. If you keep doing this you’re only going to work yourself into an early grave.” 

If only he knew... 

"I’m fine Antok. I’ll rest later.” 

The both of them had been through this before, more often than they should anyway... Both of them knew this, and yet Ulaz still insisted that he was fine each time, even though he obviously wasn’t. 

Antok quickly closed the gap between them, already fed up with this nonsense that Ulaz was trying to pull. Antok placed his flesh hand on the other’s shoulder and turned him towards himself. One would think he was about to knock Ulaz out, even Ulaz thought he was about to be met with at least an angry stare, but instead was met with a much more worried look. 

“Ulaz, we’ve been through this before... You can’t go on like this. We both know how this will end, so just, come with me to bed. Get some REST. ”  

Ulaz looked back at what he was working on, his ears folding back a bit. Antok was right, he knew this, but... 

“I can’t-” 

Before he could finish that sentence, Ulaz was met with arms being wrapped around him. Antok’s way of saying, stop doing this to yourself. I care about you too much to let you do this.

Ulaz stood there in shock for a moment before finally coming to his conclusion. Maybe things were going to be okay. So long as he was with Antok, he would be safe, right? He wouldn’t have to worry about not waking up again in the morning. 

“Okay.” 

Soon after his answer, Ulaz was lifted up into the air and carried to Antok’s room. There was no escaping Antok now, Even with his strong prosthetic leg, he couldn’t beat the sheer strength of Antok, even if he wanted to.