Star Wars Oneshots

Unconscious (Misc)

TW: blood. lotta blood. and stabbing. and self-harm in general.

Paz' Point of View

Paz is only fifteen when he finds Din passed out in a pool of his own blood on the training room floor.

Din's deep red garments hide the damage on his body, but the blood spreads across the floor in a glistening puddle of crimson. Paz is sure it will leave stains, will crust between the floorboards.

For some reason, it is this he is thinking of. Not Din. Not stopping the bleeding, though he knows, distantly, that he should.

The blood is beautiful in a twisted sort of way, and so still that Paz can see his reflection in the quickly congealing liquid.

It seems to be spreading towards the door. If there is one thing that Din would want, it would be for the elders not to find out about this.

As if in slow motion, Paz kneels to the floor. Din is sprawled on his stomach, with one arm outstretched as if to break his fall. The other is pinned under his chest, and Paz decides to start by rolling Din over.

He isn't sure why he's so calm. Maybe it was a training accident, or an assassination attempt. The latter seems more likely, given the stab wound just below Din's ribcage.

However, this seems increasingly less likely due to the bloody knife thrown just a few inches from where Din's hand was outstretched. At least since the fabric of Din's shirt had sort of stuck to the wound, it hadn't bled too much. 

And he is still breathing, which is always a good sign. Paz uses his own wadded-up undershirt to staunch the bleeding. The soft white fabric is dyed the color of sweet wine in seconds, the irony liquid blooming through the woven fibers.

Paz picks Din up and carries him out of the training room, locking the door behind him. He'll clean it up later.

In the dark night, he doesn't worry about being seen as he takes Din to his hut on the outskirts. At least Paz' buir is asleep.

He puts Din in the bathtub. Not exactly comfortable, but easy to clean later. Paz' vision is blurry, and it's hard to see the world around him. Maybe he's not in his right mind. Or maybe those are symptoms left over from the last time he'd banged his head against the doorframe.

Once on accident, all the following times on purpose. 

It had cleared his head temporarily, but now, Paz has a pounding headache. What else did he expect? 

A thought enters his head: I'm gonna have to take all that blood out from under my fingernails tomorrow. And then, If I don't get the bacta on Din now, he'll be gone.

Paz falls to the floor, halfway between the tub and the bacta patches.

And Din fades away.