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

ER

The all too familiar rush of the emergency department welcomed you back into its soon to be very exhausting arms. The last injured stormtroopers worth saving were arriving from the recently ended battle on Eks and you navigated your way in between the new arrivals to the staff rooms where you assumed Rosie to be.

"I am here, as promised."

Rosie turned towards you, a welcoming smile on her face. From the darkness of her eye bags, you concluded that she probably hadn't gotten more than eight hours of sleep over the past three days in total; to be expected with such an influx of new patients.

"2442, I am so glad to see you!" She handed you a medical gown. "Thank you so much again for coming. Really. This should be your size and it's plain white and not the..." She waved her hand around, not knowing what colour to call it.

"Blue-green-thing?" you suggested, being extraordinarily articulated today.

"Yes. That. I am not saying, it doesn't suit you. A dash of colour is lovely but...you know the rules. White for the regulars, green for the OR and...to be quite frank. I haven't seen this colour around much, if at all."

"Special operations, is what I'd call it," you replied, smiling and getting to change.

"Is that why you said it was confidential? It isn't very much secret if you stand out this much, you know," she stopped talking about the blue-green tunic you were wearing to talk about the blue-green bruises. "Oh. Oh. Oh, no. I can't have you working like this, you look horrible! No, this was a stupid idea. You should get some rest."

She was now genuinely sorry for having asked you to come in the first place.

"Relaxing isn't part of my vocabulary and I'd only get bored sitting around and doing nothing all day. So, it's okay."

"You are bandaged up! How bad—"

"No." You smiled, hid the wound with your tunic and grabbed her by the shoulders. "I'm here and I am looking forward to helping. Don't worry about me, I am fine and I know my limits."

You knew them. You also knew when and how to ignore them best.

Rosie didn't quite agree, she gave you another concerned look but nodded and lead you to some patients that required your attention. None of the stormtroopers that were brought to the ER were significantly hurt, as all the ones that had received major injuries had probably already died on the battlefield. So, you were left stitching up wounds, applying anti-bacterial creams and dosing pain killers. Even though your heart wasn't racing the entire day it was still stressful. You didn't get a minute to yourself or could lean back for a moment. Every time you had finished up with one patient and wrote down your paper work, a nurse was already standing by your side, directing you to the next. And the next. And the one after that. And after that, another one. By the end of the day, you wished for nothing more than a hot shower and your bed.

As you were about to leave, already dressed up in teal again, Rosie handed you a plastic container. It was warm.

"I made it yesterday, as a thank you for helping out. You really helped Dr Fench. He was glad that he could take a few hours off to sleep."

You opened it, curious to see what was inside and were greeted with a delicious smell. "Thank you, that was really not necessary. I'd have shown up eventually anyway, my normal duties take me like three hours tops. I really have the time."

"No, you should still be resting. I'm not saying that we don't appreciate your help, but you should prioritize your woun—"

"To prioritize my mental health, I am not allowed to stay idle for long. I will get mad otherwise. So, really. It is fine."