Lost in Love (Formerly known as We Can't)

Tatooine Life

I'd been gone for 3 weeks now. Everyday I'm becoming more accustom to the Tatooine Suns, sand storms, and moisture farming. Although the thought of Finn keeps accruing. I don't know why.
     For the past week I've also been experiencing sickness in the mornings. I don't know why. My boss, Tatslo and his wife Allicona, says it's probably just the new environment. Hopefully that's the case. I know I don't have much experience, but a woman on Jakku had morning sickness. Nine months later 12 year old me was babysitting her baby boy, trying to get some extra food money.
Today, Monday, I was again woken up by one of the Suns. I think Tatoo 1. Not positive though. I guess the early wake up is good for farming, which I really don't like, I just do it cause it's the easiest income.
Luke or anybody hasn't came looking for me yet, kind of unfortunate. I know I said I didn't want that, but I really did. I don't know I was hoping someone cared enough to see know where I went. I wanted someone to take me home. I missed the warm water at night, and being able to sleep in darkness as the one sun sat. I wanted to leave, but there was no where else I could go. I guess I'm stuck here.
     I walked out to the fields and started another long hard day. The hot suns beaded on my head, causing curls to form in my hair around my face. It was too early for it to hit me, so I made sure not to go too far out.
Suddenly a feeling of pain hit my stomach. Allicona looks over as I began to run back to my small room in there big apartment complex. She knows what's happening and like always she follows me.
"I think you should go see a doctor," Allicona says.
"Yeah," I say with my head over the toilet, "do you know any good ones?"
"Not here. However there are some great ones on Takodana."
"I can't go there. Any others?"
"Maybe Naboo. I'm not sure if it's still there."
"Ok. Thanks."
Allicona rubs my bag as I stand back up, knowing that there is a small chance my life could change when I go to the doctor.
   I nervously walked to Tatslo. I needed a few days off for medical reasons and needed his permission. Tatslo was sitting at his desk going though done files. I think.
   "Hey," I said awkwardly, "can I ask you for something?"
   "Yeah, Take a seat," he says.
   "Thanks."
   "So what do you need?"
   "I need to take a few days off for medical reasons."
   "Of course; health comes first when should you be back?"
   "If I could leave today probably Thursday."
   "That's fine, see you on Thursday."
   "Thank you." I say leaving towards my ship parked just about a mile away. I wanted to run so I would get there faster, but I didn't for two reasons. I didn't want Tatslo to think I was faking to get out of work, and it was over 100° (f) out here. I didn't want to die before I found out what was going on.
About a half an hour later, I arrived at my ship. The temperature had only risen, and sitting down had never felt better. My hair was beginning to stick to my face and once I made it into space, I knew it would form small curls.
I climbed in and turned the ship on, until it began lift off the ground. Ten feet, one hundred feet, a thousand feet, and soon I was going at light speed out the atmosphere.
I used a map, trying to see what planets other than Takodana that I could find doctors. I checked and found that Naboo was gone. I browsed for a few minutes before finding a planted called Eperalate. (i made it up)
I landed my ship at a small medical center, and walked in.
"How may I help you?" A droid ask.
"Do you have any available appointments?"
"What is your name?"
"Rey Skywalker." I bit my lip in fear I wouldn't get an appointment that I would have the ability to be back in 3 days.
"We can get you in right now."
"Thank you."
The droid points me down a long hallway and tells me to go into room 2187. 2187. 2187. Where had I heard that before? It was Finns storm trooper number. I just can escape him, or his memory.
     A different droid took some blood work as well as a few other test. It wrapped the multiple small openings where it had poked to draw blood.
   "Come back in a week for your results," the droid said.
  A week. 7 days. Only 4 days more than what I had planned. I really hoped I could find a way to contact Tatslo, or I could lose my job. I needed to find these results. I had to know why I was sick, but I had to get income, food, and shelter. I hope I can get contact to them.