Torn Apart

Halfway Normal

The pretty young nurse dressed in all white marched into Lux's room happily. It made Lux confused, how this happy carefree person was part of the First Order. The Resistance painted them all as brooding monsters but this nurse was obviously the opposite of brooding.

"How are you feeling today?" she asked smiling brightly as she handed Lux a small plastic medicine cup and water.

"I feel much better," Lux said as politely and formally as she could.

"That's good to hear," the nurse smiled as she removed her bandages to examine the wound in her leg. "You were a little bit of a mess when you got here. I'm glad to see your leg is healing up nicely."

"Yeah?" Lux asked with a tinge of sarcasm. "It will be better I guess to be able to stand on two legs when I'm executed."

The nurse frowned but it was apparent that she didn't do it often because her face couldn't hold on to the expression. "Why would anyone want to execute you?"

Lux gave her a surprised look "Because I'm a Resistance officer. I'm surprised I'm not dead yet, actually."

"No one is going to execute you," the nurse waved her hand dismissively "As a matter of fact, we're moving you into the private wing..."she lowered her voice. "where Kylo Ren sleeps."

"No freaking way," Lux shook her head.

"Freaking way," the nurse said as she brought a bag to the edge of the bed. "I actually have some real clothes for you too...well not real clothes...but comfy stuff. That way you won't have to hang out in a medical gown all the time."

She handed Lux some loose comfy cotton pants and a simple cotton tunic. "Do you need some help getting dressed?"

Lux swung her legs over the side of the bed and she attempted to stand by herself. She was dizzy and she swayed a bit before the nurse came to help steady her.

"Woah," she said kindly as she took Lux's arm to sit her back on the bed. "Easy does it. Take it slow...we aren't in any hurry."

Lux let herself be led back to the edge of the bed. "I didn't expect that."

"It happens...especially after some major blood loss. To be completely honest, you really are lucky to be alive. If you hadn't been  brought back when you were, you probably would have bled out. You're lucky the Stormtroopers found you."

Lucky my ass, Lux thought to herself. Wouldn't this cheerful little lady be happy to know that those same soldiers that rescued her had been trying to kill her...hell they were the ones that shot her in the first place. Instead of arguing, she just reached for the tunic as she untied the back of her hospital gown. Slowly she pulled the shirt over her head.

"There," the nurse said beaming "you look halfway normal."

Lux couldn't help but smile back. "What's your story anyway?"

"My story?"

"Yeah...you aren't what I expected someone from the First Order to be like," Lux explained.

"And what did you expect?"

Lux shrugged "I don't know. I guess your average bad guys."

The nurse looked offended. "Oh I see...you think of us like that and  we all think of you all as a anarchists that thrive on disorder."

It was Lux's turn to be offended. "We don't thrive on anarchy. We stand against oppressive rulers."

"And who defines oppressive?" the nurse countered. 

"The dictionary?" Lux replied. "Don't you see that your leaders are literally trying to take over everything? That never works when government works that way."