J.C. An unlikely love story (Thrawnxf!reader)

The last farewell

"Another step", the meddroid proposes its voice echoing in the gymnase.

You hold down the parallel bar and take another step, unsure.

You're trembling, searching for your balance on those robotic legs. You're not used to them yet. They feel foreign to you despite connecting to your nervous system. Your muscles are shaking as you relearn how to walk.

You lost so much.

"Continue the rehabilitation, you are on the right track!" the droid speaks with what is surely supposed to be coded as excitement in the voice, but it just comes out weird.

You sit on your wheelchair and take out the legs, you still have an immense hill ahead of you.

You sigh. You're tired.

"Let's go to your room," the droid informe stepping forward to push you.

"No. I'll do it myself," you decide, waving at him to get out of your way.

You roll in the hallway, lost in your thoughts. You have so much work ahead of you, so much to reconquer... You're supposed to receive the visit of lower officers but you don't want their pity thrown in your face, you need peace.

You want peace.

You arrive at his room.

You don't get your hopes up, but you can't help it.

You pass the door... and sigh.

Vez is still in a coma.

You roll up to his bed.

"Hello friend. It is particularly sunny today, you would love to stroll in the garden and sketch some plants."

He is unresponsive. It's not like a doctor told you he would wake up soon, but it still pains you to see.

If they have been cruel to you, they have been down right animalistic to Vez. His legs have been cut and he lost both of his lekkus. You're not totally aware of what it entails but you remember the lekkus hold some brain tissues. The docs say he will not have long term brain damages but you doubt he will see it that way. What they took was irreplaceable and you're afraid of his reaction.

For now he's sleeping peacefully as you were, unaware of his body's damages. Like you his brain puts him in a deep sleep to prevent him from damaging his psyche, docs say he will wake up when the brain will have finished processing what happened but he can still hear around him and feel some sensations. So you come here everyday to talk, to vent, to speak of everything and nothing, trying to put him at ease the best you can. You take his hands, caress his forehead, his cheek, you tell him tales of Ryloth and your own planet, anything you could think about. After the Chimaera left you both at a military hospital you observed these habits religiously. Thrawn wanted first to put Vez in a civil hospital but you refused and fought him on that until he surrendered. You wanted to be here when your friend woke up.

"I'm making progress with the legs, I thought they would be heavier but once they have been connected to your nervous system they are so light."

Your hand reaches for the metallic apparatus they jabbed in your spine to control the legs and grazes it lightly.

"We don't stop medical progress," you say almost to yourself.

You hear his bed neighbor cough, you tilt your head to see if they need help.

"By the way, yesterday your mom tried to see you. She can't because it's a military hospital but your family is worried about you. I could discuss a bit with her, you're so alike it is fascinating, you caress his cheek, you take his hand and squeeze it. Don't worry, I'll ask Thrawn to put pressure on the direction so she could see you."