Cold Mask (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Chapter 7

Kylo placed his helmet back on and turned towards the door.

"Wise choice. One of my troopers will escort you to get that leg fixed up. Afterwards, you'll be sent to your living quarters." He turned towards you, "Understood?"

"Yes, I understand." You responded halfheartedly. Kylo nodded and with one last glance, he left the room.

You wanted to lie down and comprehend your life choices you've made the last 48 hours. 'What have I done? If Poe or Leia saw me right now, they'd leave me. Just like my parents...' You sulked and ignored the gash tugging at your nerves. 'Is this what Poe would've wanted me to do?' Poe's name flashed memories and regret overcame you. It was your fault hes dead, if only you could've saved him...

While you stood there cuffed and in pain, one of Kylo's troopers entered the room.

"Come with me. I have been sent to take you to infirmary, then your quarters. These have been direct orders from Kylo Ren."

The trooper stated while uncuffing you. Rubbing your wrists the trooper continued to speak, "I have been given orders to eliminate you if you try escaping." The trooper finished and grabbed your arm, dragging you out of the interrogation room.

You limped, frustrated and furious at yourself, with the trooper. The base was bigger than you imagined, for it felt like painful ages until you made it to the infirmary. The hallways were long twists and turns of endless rooms. Troopers were everywhere you went, so
escaping was suicide.

The infirmary doors opened with a sharp 'swish', and one of the nurses showed you to a white bed. You did as told and sighed relieved to finally have your leg fixed back to normal.

*Time Skip*

After 'surgery' you were escorted back to your new room. New wasn't a great description for it. It was cold and bland, gray walls encircled you, your twin bed, and locker of fresh clothes.

Unlike 'home', this place had no personal bathroom and no trunk. The only highlight was the medium sized window that looked over the planet.
'This will take a lot of getting used to.' You thought, as homesickness clouded your brain.

Gently laying in the bed, so you wouldn't injure your sore calf, you stared at the ceiling. You were exhausted, and your eyelids felt like bars of iron, as you fought to keep them open. Eventually you gave up and as soon as your head touched the soft pillow, you were out like a light.