Bounty hunting is a complicated profession

Fear

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

This couldn't be happening!

He had been looking at her when the shot had rung out and her blood had splattered him. His eyes had found hers as they had filled with confusion and worry and he had seen the exact moment when realisation had hit her. Her mouth had parted and she had whispered a small "oh" before collapsing.

He had managed to catch her right before she had hit the floor but he had frozen up and hadn't known what to do. He had panicked and all he had managed had been putting pressure on the wound, hoping that way blood would stop flooding. He was supposed to be able to stay calm and collected under pressure, he had been trained for this yet, for the second time in his life, he was overcome by fear.

Thick, crimson-red blood slowly emanated from her wound and he could feel it flowing out in rapidly weakening pulses, in rhythm with the beating of her heart. It soon drenched his leather glove, seeping through the material and reaching his skin. He felt the blood moving under, over, and all around his hand, as warm as his own skin, encased within the leather and trying to leak out.

Meanwhile, Cara, or maybe it was Bo-Katan, – he wasn't exactly paying attention – had disarmed and knocked Moff Gideon out.

"Help… Help me." He heard the words coming out of his mouth and was surprised to find that he didn't recognise the voice that was uttering them. It was a wavering, scared, small voice, extremely different from how his own usually sounded.

His gaze was fixed on her fear-filled eyes brimming with tears. Dark blood was gushing from her mouth, smearing over her rapidly paling skin, as she tried to breathe to no avail. Within seconds she began to convulse and cough, making blood fly everywhere, and he remained paralysed, not knowing what to do.

"I have a couple of medpacs." Cara said, kneeling beside them and moving his hand away from her wound so she could work on it. Thank the universe she had remained calm and knew what to do. "I could use more, though."

As she said that the other women handed her the medpacs they had.

"This is supposed to be a lab isn't it?" Fennec said. "There must be some bacta on board!"

"Go to the lab and look for it. Hurry!" Bo-Katan commanded her and Reeves, who ran out of the bridge.

His eyes were still on hers while she clung to him as if her life depended on it. 

"It's ok, it's ok." He whispered to her while caressing her cheek, not sure about who he was trying to convince, her or himself. 

"She's losing too much blood."

"Can't you at least stop the bleeding?"

"I'm trying but her lung has collapsed and medpacs don't work as fast as bacta, if she keeps bleeding like this…" Cara said, shaking her head.

"We can treat her at our home base, I can set the course there." Bo-Katan said. "I don't think they'll be too happy when I show up with non-Mandalorians but I can't think of anything else…"

"Do it, but wait until they come back. If there's bacta here we can save us all the trip." He told her, forcing himself to regain his cool. If he could, he would rather avoid what would most likely be an unpleasant trip for all.