“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
The first thing Rey notices when she comes to is a rhythmic, mechanical beeping sound coming from somewhere a few feet behind her head.
With great difficulty – her eyelids, her entire body feel as though they’re weighted down with heavy, molten lead – she slowly blinks open her eyes.
She’s in a small room. The ceiling above her bed is lined with rows of fluorescent bulbs which cast an overly-bright, sickly glow over everything, including the very expensive-looking medical equipment all around her.
She registers, dimly, that her arms and legs are wrapped up very tightly in the white bandages Finn’s told her the First Order uses to treat injuries from blasterfire.
She tries to turn her head, to take in more of these strange new surroundings and to piece together where, exactly, she is. But she finds right away that turning her head is impossible. The moment she tries to move she becomes aware of a thick, translucent tube running from her throat, out of her mouth, and tethering her to a machine just off to her left. The arrangement effectively traps her in the exact position she woke up in a few moments ago.
With difficulty, Rey lifts her right hand and runs it along the part of the tube protruding from her mouth. Is this the First Order’s medical equipment? Is she still on their ship? If so, where is Ben?
Suddenly, there’s a flurry of noise coming from just beyond her field of vision. Some rustling papers, and then chair legs scraping loudly against the grey tiled floor.
“Rey?” Ben’s anxious voice. “Are you awake?”
She tries to answer him but the tube in her throat prevents it. With difficulty, she gives a feeble thumbs-up to let him know that, yes, she’s awake.
At that, Ben laughs. Something she’s quite certain she’s never heard him do before.
More scraping sounds as the chair is pushed back further, and then a moment later Ben appears. He stands very close to her bed, practically hovering over her.
He looks terrible. Though she supposes she’s probably one to talk. There’s a large bandage covering most of the left side of his face, and dark circles ring both of his eyes.
But he’s smiling at her all the same. Sort of.
Smiling for Ben, anyway.
Either way it’s another first, at least insofar as she’s concerned.
He covers her hand that’s closest to him with his and gives it a gentle squeeze.
At his touch, a flood of memories come rushing back to her.
The elevator. The throne room.
Snoke, commanding Ben to kill her.
And then an impulsive, passionate fight for their lives, born out of terror and desperation. And then later still, the two of them, clutching at one another on the floor as they waited for Snoke’s guards and death to take them.
She blinks up at Ben as he continues to gaze down at her. She’s in far too much pain right now to be dead, she decides. Against all odds, they must have gotten away from – maybe even killed – those guards before it was too late.
“I’m glad you woke up,” Ben says, his voice hoarse. “I can’t do this without you.” He slowly runs the pad of his thumb back and forth along the back of her hand.
He doesn’t clarify what he means by this, but he doesn’t have to. The touch of his warm hand and the feel of his calloused thumb brushing softly against her skin tells her everything she needs to know.
And for a moment – just for a moment – she is tempted to tell him yes.
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