Bombshell ━━ 𝘋𝘐𝘕 𝘋𝘑𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘕.

9: ℜescued.

𝔅ombshell, nine—rescued.

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A displeased grunt escaped your lips as the rag gently grazed against your lacerated skin. Din had opted to tear a modest piece off his cape to clean the pestering wound, though it required plenty more than a simple brush of a cloth in order to ward off a dangerous infection. Luckily, the creature hadn't managed to cause excessive damage. They were scratch marks, deep but not exactly awful. There wasn't as much blood as you originally thought — at least, that's what Din told you. Whether he were being truthful or plainly trying to prevent you from overly worrying, you weren't sure. Though you were completely certain that this hurt like the seven Corellian hells.

Din was settled on the ground, propped up against a tree and you positioned between his legs. Your back faced him so he could obtain an advantageous view of the wound, and to better deal with it. Even subsequent to a moments of rest, the both of you were still struggling to catch your breaths after all that running around. Hopefully, the sudden necessity to escape from a dangerous situation wouldn't make its appearance again. It was becoming quite... tedious.

Another pained wince. You flinched away from the contact with the cloth, a grimace present on your expression.

"Keep still. It's almost clean."

You released a sigh, bracing yourself for some more grueling pain before the rag continued its rubbing along your injury. Whenever he cleansed it, he did so in a careful manner. Though that didn't impede it from being utterly unpleasant.

The sole thought that you would suffer a worse type of pain tormented you. The agony you were bound to endure soon enough was unimaginable. It plagued your mind, sending you into a spiral of absurdly pensive thinking, leaving you feeling hopeless, downhearted, powerless, and—

"Done."

His modulated voice snapped you out of your daze. You're instantly alleviated when the cloth was pulled away from your wound. Slowly, you stood from your spot on the ground — which was supposed to be an easy task, but with your belly it turned out to be quite difficult. You managed, though, and Din mimicked your action. His visor examined your face intently for a moment, and you're unsure why. Then, "What's the matter? Are you in pain?"

His voice tinged with absolute urgency. Only then did you realize the stray tears roaming down your cheeks. You wanted to convince yourself it was due to your injury, but not even Din would believe that, no matter how many times you repeated it. Your gaze averted itself from his visor, staring down at your toes, the fluffy snow, the countless trees, in an attempt to halt yourself from breaking into sobs again. "I just—" you paused, fresh, uncontrollable tears welling up in the rims of your eyes, puddling up before falling down onto your face. Your succeeding words were uttered in between ragged breaths as you attempted to contain yourself. "I haven't— I haven't felt it move, for... a while now."