Just For Now✔️ (Kylo Ren)

06 - Kindness

You feel as if you're drowning. . .

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"No!" I gasp as I reach out, covers of a blanket falling around me as I sit up. My clothes that I was wearing before are discarded on the end of the small bed I'm on.

I look around confused and also really panicky. I try to get off the bed only to find my left wrist cuffed in a chain to keep me from leaving it. In the corner I notice a figure sitting on a chair. The man is dressed in all black and without the helmet he usually wears. Kylo Ren.

The confusion I feel amplifies as I sit there staring at him. Nervous. My mind was open to him and I can feel that he hasn't touched a single memory.

I realize that I'm in my white tank top, bandages on my shoulder. It must have reopened when I had my nightmare.

I feel. . . vulnerable.

I wrap my arms around myself, noticing bandages on my wrists as Kylo Ren shifts and has his attention placed on my tense form now. He moves to his feet, reaching me and grabbing the wrist that is free.

"Does it hurt?" He questions and I start to sweat at the awkward feeling. He's being kind?

"Um. . ."

My face lights up to a rosy color as I look up at him and then away. He lifts a hand to his mouth and I swear his cheeks are tinted a light shade of red.

"Your shoulder was bleeding when I brought you here. A knife wound."

He already knows where I got it.

The blaster wound was already bandaged when I was in the interrogation room. There's a new bandage now.

"I can't let you leave." He whispers and I look up at him with a jolt. I suddenly feel constricted, like I can't breathe.

Panic attack.

Kylo senses my alarm and tries to push me down as I struggle, kicking. He's stronger than I am physically. I let him hold me down as I breathe heavily.

"Calm down. Calm. . ." He says carefully as he brushes stray hair away from my face gently with a gloved hand.

I tense before I let out one final deep breath, calming down just a little.

He gets up carefully, his expression blank and completely unreadable as he looks away from me.

Without another word he lifts up his helmet, putting it on and leaving.