O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
...
". . . Find . . . Someone who will tremble for your touch . . . Someone whose fingers are a poem."
- Unknown
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Emerald hues fluttered open, a sense of consciousness was regained. The girl squinted as her eyes adjusted to the whiteness of the room. The smell of bleach burned her nostrils.
Where was she? Was she dead?
She heard the soft hum of machines. A quiet buzz of voices filled the background. She couldn't make out specific words, but she knew it was a male and female conversing. The male sounded concerned. She recognised that voice. The tone had been used with her several times in the past.
She jolted up. "Kes!" She exclaimed, with a scratching voice, one not used for awhile. The blonde man rushed over to her as she sat up, leaving his conversation with the female, who turned out to be a woman in a nurse outfit.
"Hey, kiddo! Lay back down, you're hurt," Kes said, pushing her small shoulders back onto the mattress. She resisted and brought herself back up. She didn't feel any pain.
"Kes, where am I? What's going on? Am I dead?" She asked, her voice hardly above a whisper in her sore throat.
"Not just yet. You need rest. Please lay down," Kes insisted.
"Not until you tell me what is happening," she said. She looked around and noticed she was in some type of medical ward scene. The nurses bustled around her, walking in and out of her snow white room, holding clipboards and checking monitors. She tried to move her arm, but needles were taped in, hooking her up to machines full of bacta liquid and water.
"You were rescued from Scarif last minute. You sustained a broken rib and a fractured tibia. Your other wound from Jedha also reopened and had to be stitched again. You only barely made it out alive," Kes explained slowly, letting the girl absorb what was being said.
"What about everyone else? Did they survive, too? Were they rescued, as well?" She asked.
Kes looked down, his eyes growing dark.
"Avi, I'm so sorry-" he was cut off by her gasp, tears threatening to fall.
"Bodhi was killed when the ship was bombed. Chirrut was the one to hook up the lines for the comms, Baze went on a suicide run when he died. Jyn was killed with her team on the front lines. No one else made it," Kes explained, his voice soft.
She wanted to ask about Cassian, but she was too afraid of what the answer would be.
"I'm sorry, Avi ... I really am, but they died for a good cause. We got the plans," Kes said.
Aviana couldn't have cared less about the plans in that moment. She wanted to curl into a ball and die. She couldn't have been the only one who lived.
"Why did I live? Why couldn't I die with them?" She asked, shakily.
"Don't ask me, darling. I guess the Maker has a different plan for you," Kes said. Aviana shook her head, running a hand through her locks of auburn
