Compromised

Ch. 16 Does Time Heal All Wounds?

Horsian Prime- Republic Territory
Republic Administration and Medical Center
13:45
Rebel Sector

24 Days since being extracted from Ord Mantell Black Sun's politically claimed territory.

Sitting in a low lit cold therapist office you swivel around in a chair distracting yourself from actually talking. Its standard Republic policy that you go through a rehabilitation period since you were held prisoner by a terrorist group for about 4 days with brusises and burns, while also being extremely dehydrated and undernourished. As well as when you were found actively close and protective of a certain First Order Agent. It was the kind way to say you were on probation basically, and it was slowly killing you.

"Are you still having issues sleeping?"

You roll your eyes regretting that little piece of information you let slip a couple sessions ago when you couldn't stop yawning. You chose not to answer letting the therapist do her job of reading into things. Your back started to ache the more you sat in the chair doing nothing other than filling the proccessuily need of all this. As well as the fact you liked how irritated she would get when you didn't fully participate. The way her brow would scrunch together or her nose flare when you wouldn't answer her questions the way she wanted. It gave you the entertainment you've been seeking while you've been off duty.

"How long do you plan to play this game Agent Red?" her voice full of exhausted irritation.

"How many mandatory sessions do we have left?" you asked with a smirk.

"four." she spit quickly.

You spun around in the swivel chair, "then four sessions."

She scoffed, "You know I sign off on your return to duty paperwork. I'd hate to have to put a halt on that because you won't cooperate with me."

"I'm not worried about you signing off on my paperwork. I haven't given you anything to cite me for other than my bad sleeping habits which I've had for over a decade now. All of my tests have come back normal and I am not currently displaying any signs of PTSD, so theoretically I'm good to go." you stop your swiveling to look at her but catch a figure moving from a side door in the office.

"We don't operate on theoretical situations Agent Red. You should know that." The low condescending attitude came from the one and only Luke Skywalker making his way into the office. You swallowed the lump in your throat trying to understand why he is here.

"I just came to see how your progress is coming along. We sure have missed you in the field. What has it been a month now?" he spoke as he paced around knowing you were watching him carefully. He stops by the therapist glaring at you, "got anything else to share?"

"If you're missing any details you can read my mission report or watch my debriefing tape." your eyes narrowed and your tone was sharp.

"The thing is Agent Red, is that you remind me of someone and I don't trust them." he stepped a little closer towards you, "so in turn i'm not sure I trust you all that much." Your eyes go big knowing exactly who he's talking about. He notices your slight shift, "and I don't know something about Kylo Ren helping you escape doesn't sit well with me."

Your jaw clenched teeth grinding together, "well it doesn't matter because it's what happened and i'm here and he's not." the words made your stomach churn hating the fact that you're saying them, but it was the truth.

He glared at you for a moment then turned to leave, "I hope you use your time wisely here Special Agent Red." and with that he slammed the door behind him.

Balling your fists in your chair you could feel your nails cutting into your skin as anger was invading your senses. The therapist was quiet for a moment letting you process then said softly, "is there anything else you'd like to talk about?"