All the Way 2.0 (Kylo Ren x Reader) - New and improved

Med-Bay

Kylo Ren was rested against the stone wall. He was keeping his head up, but it kept tilting sideways only for him to jerk it back up. You removed your gloves and grabbed his wrist to take his pulse. Too high.

A quiet curse escaped you and you grabbed a knife from your med-pack, cutting his clothes open, careful to avoid any of the shrapnel stuck in his abdomen. His hand moved towards them and out of reflex you grabbed his wrist, stopping him from touching them.

"Don't remove them, Sir, they might be blocking arteries." You held onto him, making sure he had understood.

A deep groan came from under his helmet and he dropped his hand with a loud thump into the sand. You cut away at his clothing. It was soaked in blood but where it was coming from you couldn't tell yet. Blood on black wasn't well visible. You finally found the source of the bleeding. One of the shrapnel was missing and from the resulting wound a steady stream of dark blood flowed out. It hadn't hit an artery, at least that. You looked up at the helmet but could have stared at the wall just as well. There was no difference in expression and besides the heavy breathing, difficult for you to tell just how much in pain and how conscious he was.

You grabbed sterile bandages and pressed them onto the wound. He did not make much of a sound, the adrenaline probably kept him from feeling the full extent of the pain.

"Please press onto this, Sir." You grabbed his hand and pushed it onto his own wound before starting to examine the rest of his body for perhaps heavier bleeding wounds.

The familiar sound of a space ship approached you. The chances that it belonged to the First Order were high, as far as you knew most of the ships belonging to the Resistance on Eks had already been shot down, but it could still be the enemy. You did not want to disclose your position if it was the latter, so you took your blaster and poked your head outside the cave. The familiar white armour of the First Order was running towards you, a stretcher floating behind them.

Kylo Ren did not look fantastic. He looked horrible, in fact and with his helmet on he didn't even look much alive. Maybe he'd look less vulnerable and miserable without it on. You knelt back down and pressed onto the bleeding wound again. He'd tried to do it himself while you had examined him, but it was easier for you to do it.

"You're going to be fine, Sir. You're going to be fine. Backup is coming." You whispered, more to yourself than to him. Your hands were tainted red with his blood and if you wouldn't be pressing onto his wounds they'd be trembling. You didn't know why. They weren't supposed to do that. You were supposed to be in a calm state, how you always were when taking care of patients, not...trembling. Trembling wasn't like you and you didn't like it. You really didn't like it.

Kylo moved his helmet, as if he was looking at you, but it was hard to tell where he was focusing. You tried to ignore him, get into your trance and focus only on the wound but you didn't manage. Your arms started feeling weak and the adrenaline that usually kept you on task only disturbed you now.

Finally, the stormtroopers had reached your position. With their help, you heaved his body up on the stretcher and ran towards the shuttle.

"Get out of my way!" You shouted towards anyone that somewhat stood in your path and they all jumped away, clearing the space. The med-bay had already been prepared and the two stormtroopers put your patient onto the bed, as you stripped off the armour on yourself. There was no way you'd be able to do your work in armour, much less in one that had been contaminated to this degree. You wished that you had the time to fully strip out of your black long-sleeved under armour, but you didn't, so you hurried into the disinfection chamber to get rid of any surface contamination. You put on a surgical mask, disinfected your arms and put on a garb and gloves while the droid prepared the rest of what you needed.