The Force of Love.

Chapter Twenty Nine

Poe's POV-
As I land the ship, I climb off with Chewie, so we can help Ben and Rey load the prisoners.
This whole taking prisioner a instead of just randomly killing policy is strange, and a lot of work, but I have noticed how peaceful people are nowdays, so it must be working.
When I step into the clearing, I am shocked with what lies before me.
Around 30 burly men, strewn across the clearing, all obviously not dead and probably requiring more holding cells than this ship has.
"I thought we were only picking up five prisoners?" I say to Chewie.
"Same. Where are Rey and Ben?" He roars.
I search the clearing, and I find them, bleeding on the ground, out cold.
I rush over, and Chewie follows.
There lies Rey, not seriously injured, except for a nasty blaster wound in the top of her leg. Chewie scoops her up and rushes her limp form to the med bay on the ship while I inspect Ben.
He is dusty, and covered in blood and sweat. His hands are clutching his blood covered stomach, which looks like it was cut open. Chewie arrives just then and says loudly,
"What happened here?! Ben is dying!" And he lifts his nephews broken body up to, and carries him back to be with his to be wife.
After they are safe, we start transferring the people I tom the five large holding cells. One of the men we arrest, a ginger haired man in all black who is still unconscious, seems more dangerous than the rest, so I put him in our small high security cell.
Once we have loaded everyone, including the original five we came her to get, we jump quickly to lightspeed, rushing back to Naboo and the palace doctors.

- Five days until the wedding-
Ben's POV-
Everything is black.
I can't open my eyes.
But somehow I know I'm in a coma.
What if I don't wake up?
I have to wake up.
For Rey.

Rey's POV-
After the medbots in the palace hospital fixed my leg, it was as if it had never even happened, except for yet another scar leaving its trace on my body.
So of course, the first thing I did was just to Ben's bedside.
It's only five days until our wedding date, so the whole palace is in a hurried frenzy. I feel like I can't spend enough time with him, because I'm constantly having to deal with arriving diplomats, and flower arrangements, and dress fittings.
But when I am with him, I close the door, and I listen to the sound of his heart monitor beep in the silence.
It reminds me that he is still alive.
I can't sleep though, so I most often visit him at night.
Right now in fact, it's about one in the morning, and I'm curled up in a uncomfortable chair next to his bedside.
I keep waiting for him to call out to me using our force connection, but I never hear his voice. It's only been two days, but it's like a lifetime to me.
I reach over and brush his beautiful black hair off his face. I stare at his handsome features, and his chiseled jawline, but most of all I look at his soft pale lips.
I have been missing kissing those lips.
My time with him is interrupted when there is a hurried pounding on the door.
"Come in." I sigh, and the door opens and a doctor walks in.
"I-I'm sorry your highness, but it's time for the King's daily examination." He stutters.
"Alright then." I say, and start to shuffle out of the room.
"Your highness, I'm personally going to make sure he wakes up in time for your wedding." He says to me, placing a cool gloved hand on my arm.
"Thank you." I say, and continue into the world, empty without Ben.