Chapter 4

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You were discharged after two days of recovery, with strict orders to only move when required, and you were not to fly for at least another week. General Hux had come to visit you each night, as he promised, and he currently was standing beside you, intending to help you back to your quarters. You of course knew that he was a busy man, and that his assistance was not actually needed, which lead you to your current predicament.

"I am not asking, Lieutenant." Hux snapped, his hands clenching behind his back as he watched you wrap the bandage around your middle as the medical droid looked on to make sure that you were capable of changing your own bandages. The white cloth wrapped around you and basically covered your entire abdomen in a protective layer of minty smelling bacta-soaked linen.

You allowed the droid to adjust it as you grabbed the next wrapping meant for your arm. "I understand that, General, but I am asking that you please let me do this on my own. I am more than capable of walking back to deck E4 on my own." The droid moved away and you watched it leave the room before you began wrapping your arm.

Hux's jaw clenched and in a moment you felt him grab your good arm and pull it up and close to him, you stared in shock at the sudden movement, and stilled when you met his eyes. They were dark and angry, and you couldn't help but feel very very small under him. "Just because I have expressed my affection for you, and that I have let you speak your mind due to your trauma, I will not allow you to disrespect me any longer. I am still your general, and you will treat me as such. Am I clear Lieutenant (L/n)?" Hux hissed and you felt your breath stutter and your heart stop.

You began nodding, but when his grip tightened and he pulled your arm closer, your body forced out the words. "Yes General Hux, Sir." Your voice was higher pitched than you normally spoke, and you figured the tension was to blame. The General released your arm and stepped back and away from you. You dropped your gaze and busied yourself with finishing the wrapping on your arm.

Hux handed you your undershirt, and you lifted your arms to pull it over your head, but had to stop when the pain in your side burned, taking you by surprise. Hux's hands were on you, tutting as he lowered your arms and pulled the shirt off. Your face burned in shame as he rolled the shirt and placed your head through the neck, then pulled the shirt over your shoulders. You had to admit that this was easier to maneuver, and your arms didn't have to lift much higher than your collarbone to push through the sleeves, which in turn eased the pain in your side.

The med-bay had supplied the under leggings for your uniform as sleepwear, so you only had to tuck in the undershirt and then pull up the trousers. You then pulled on the black button up, tucking that in the pants as well, before bluckeling the belt. Hux then handed you your uniform jacket and you pulled it from his hand with a quiet thank you.

You moved to a mirror on the side of the room to put on the jacket, and when it was zippered, you tilted your head in confusion at the missing rank from the shoulder. Thinking that it had fallen, you looked down to the floor and around you. Hux was then behind you and you startled, not having heard him move. "Sir, I can't find my rank." You said quietly, hoping that his look was not because of your break in uniform regulations.

"That would be because I removed them." Hux stated easily, reaching into his pocket and producing a First Order insignia stamped box. You took it from him warily when he handed it to you and opened it to reveal a Major's rank, along with a patch for your flight suit. You picked up the latter and turned it to reach the aurebesh on the side. "I've lost my Major, and both of my command shuttle pilots. You have shown loyalty beyond expectations when faced with combat, and proven that you will be one of my most trusted advisors. I am expecting great things from you Major. Don't let me down." Hux took the box from your hand and placed it on the bed, removing the rank and pinning it on your collar.

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