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

P37

The siren like sound of your alarm clock tore you out of your sleep. As your hand patted the table next to the bed in a desperate search for your data pad to switch the horrible sound off, you didn't quite remember where you were. Right. Battle. Speeders. Explosion. Supreme Leader. You. Assignment in P37 at 2030.

Everything you had to know; you knew. You finally got a hold of your data pad and switched it off, a sigh of relief escaping you. You wouldn't have minded a bit more sleep and before you could drift off again, you got up.

You changed into a new set of medical gowns, as the ones you'd slept in hardly qualified and hid your face and hair with a mask and net respectively. It was better to hide your current state and even like this, it was not hard to see the exhaustion and tiredness that still stuck to you. Three hours of sleep hadn't really helped either.

No matter. You had an appointment in the prison wing and a vague feeling of what it might be about. After preparing a portable med-pack and you went to your destination, taking a short detour to return your broken armour and request a new one.

You'd never been to any of the prison corridors. Not just anyone was allowed in them and as you pressed the button in the elevator for it, a message lit up on your data pad. 'Access permitted'. To your surprise, the corridors didn't look much different from those with crew quarters. The walls, floor and ceiling were kept in a dark grey. Black and white stripes containing wires and whatever else were running along the sides. Every three metres was a round door and a lit-up sign above it with the room number. The only difference where the many guards present, two of which immediately went up to you.

"MD-2442?"

"That's me."

One of them nodded into the hallway, an invitation to follow them, so you did. "A few prisoners require your medical attention. We will stay by your side, so none of them hurt you."

"Thank you. May I ask about the type of injuries they have sustained?"

"The usual: blaster shots, cuts and stuff. Anything that you'd get during battle."

"Are they from the recent mission?"

"Yes, they are, Ma'am."

Weren't there force sensitives amongst them? Not that you knew much about the force, but your brief encounter with everything, including you, being thrown through the air, made you weary of it. You wished that you knew more about it, that way you would have been able to prepare. Or would you? You weren't force sensitive; you couldn't defend yourself against them.

The two stormtroopers walking ahead were confident in their ability to protect you, so you put your trust into them. It was also a welcome change from the usual work you did in ER. They stopped in front of room 653.

"He's in the worst condition as far as we know. He has a blaster wound on his leg."

"Thank you. I still want to assess every prisoner myself later, even if you don't think they have been wounded. I'll also need additional security clearance to document their medical status."

"That should have already been taken care off."

You had a look at your data pad and swiped around a bit, searching for the right section. It was.

"That's lovely. Thank you."

The stormtrooper held the back of wrist against the control panel to the side and the door opened. The prisoner was only half-awake, unbothered by the stormtroopers' presence until you entered. He sat up, opening his mouth to protest but ended up closing it again. You didn't much care for his shenanigans, removed the blanket currently covering his leg and examined the wound without asking for his consent. By getting captured, he'd lost all privileges.