Reteach Me | Kylo Ren x Reader

Chapter Fourteen | Bloom with Me

You managed to drag yourself to the door and stand up on our bad knee to place your hand on the sensor, the doors opened and you hobbled painfully out of the door. Blood had leaked all down the leg of your pants, each time you had to stop and take a small rest in the hallway the floor would be stained with your blood. Griffin stayed brave, helping you limp when the two of you would need to walk forward. He had stopped crying once you expressed to him how important it was to get away, you told him he needed to be brave for his mommy, that everything would be okay as long as you just removed yourselves from the situation.

The two of you made it 45 minutes outside of Kylo Ren's quarters. Ominously the hallways were quiet, completely empty as if the entire First Order had known you needed help and just wanted you to suffer quietly by yourselves. Your knee was aching, you were growing weaker and weaker and eventually could no longer move. You collapsed onto your butt, sliding down with a pained grown. Your knee felt like it had been smashed to pieces and you were sure you were never going to be able to walk on it again.

"We have to go mommy! Kylo Ren hurted your knee, you have a really big boo boo and you need a big bandaid for it!" Griffin said as he tugged on your arm. You shrugged him off, your pain levels had exceeded what they were when you first ran out of Kylo's quarters. "No, Griffin. No, mommy can't move anymore. Her boo boo hurts too much." Griffin stared at you in bewilderment, you could see on his face that his number once concern was you and your injury. "Mommyyyyyy..." Griffin whined, you could hear it in his voice, his fear was beginning to turn into tears.

"Griffin, shh. Now is not the time for tears." You said, hiding the irritation and strain from your voice. The combination of both would only fuel Griffin's fear even more. "Mommy needs you to be brave for her, and for daddy back at home and all of your friends. You have to get help, mommy needs help!" You grasped his shoulders and got as close to his face as you could. "Go run down the hallway and the first person you see, you tell them your mommy is hurt and she needs help. Do you understand?"

"But I'll get lost. Come with me!" Griffin retorted, the tears wetting his eyes once again. "Griffin, mommy can't walk, she needs you to be the big, strong, boy you are. There isn't anything to be afraid of, they'll know exactly where I am when you tell them about me. I promise you, son, what is it that I always tell you?" Griffin wiped his eyes and sniffled as he recalled the speech you had been giving him since the day he was born.

"You'll always be right here." Griffin pointed at his chest. "Yes son, I'll be with you every step of the way. Now go, get your mommy help. Run down the hallway. The First person you see you tell them!" You gave Griffin a little shrug and then watched as he began running as fast as his feet could carry him down the hallway. Before he rounded the corner he took another look back at you, you waved your hand to tell him to go. If he didn't your life would be in grave danger. You just hoped he would come back with someone who could help you, you worried for your little boy. He was alone in enemy territory, who knew what could happen to him.

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The boy ran all throughout the hallways looking for someone, anyone that could help his mother. He even went as far as to open the doors that he could get into to see if anyone was behind them, but there was no one. He was panicking, he saw the giant cut on his mother's knee and knew it was gravely serious. He was terrified of not finding anyone in time and his mother suffering, and from the amount of blood he had seen he was even worried about her dying!

When he panicked like this he held his hand over his heart, his mother told him she would always be in his heart. If he was ever feeling afraid or lonely all he had to do was place his hand on the left side of his chest and feel his heart beating. She was there, she would help guide him. He was a strong boy, a big boy, a brave boy, a smart boy. He could do this, his mother knew he could do this, he would do it for his mommy.