In the Dark

Joining the Rebellion

"Bria!"

I could hear a familiar voice shouting, but I couldn't move. I tried to peel open my eyes, but they remained shut. I felt out of breath, though I was still lying down. I could still see the terrified girls from the dream, no, memory moments before. The men sprawled across the street, their bodies frighteningly still.

"What's happening to her?"

"I don't know! But she needs to wake up from whatever nightmare she must be having."

Different voices echoed around me. I was just beginning to be able to move my fingers, when my entire body convulsed, throwing me onto the floor. I smacked my head on the floor, and it sounded eerily similar to my attempted kidnapper in my memory. My head instantly throbbed and I thought it was tearing in two. I cried out, the pain growing by the second, my vision growing blurry. Someone was on the ground next to me, or maybe it was two people. It was too hard to tell.

"We need to get her to the medical wing!"

That voice didn't sound familiar.

I felt someone grab my hand, while others lifted me and placed me onto something soft.

"It's alright, Ms. Moonhill. Everything will be fine."

I tried desperately to stay awake, but I quickly blacked out, falling into a dreamless state.

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The moment I regained consciousness, I nearly jumped out of the bed I was in. There was a tiny blonde haired woman at my side and my sudden outburst caused her to jump so hard she knocked over a nearby chair.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Moonhill." she gasped.

"Where am I?" I was taking in my surroundings, turning my head as slow as possible because my head ached still. I seemed to be in a makeshift hospital room, but an odd one at that. The room was large, accommodating more beds like the one I lay in. The walls were made of some type of stone, that looked decades, if not centuries old. The air was fresh, and chilly.

"The Rebellion headquarters. For now, at least." After recovering from the first scare I gave her, she fixed the chair and had a holotablet resting on her waist. "We are lucky your crew arrived right on time, or who knows what could've happened."

"They aren't 'my crew'. Where are they anyways?"

She smiled subtly, and nodded her head, gesturing to the other side of the huge room, where Ezra, Kanan, and Chopper sat, arguing over something. "They have been taking turns, waiting for you to wake up."

"Taking turns? How long was I out?" It had only felt like seconds since the incident.

"Just over a day. You hit your head pretty hard. With that kind of injury, I expected you to be out at least a couple more hours."

I shook my head, but instantly regretted it. I inhaled sharply, and the woman took another step closer, examining my head. The closer she got, the younger I realized she was. She couldn't have been much older than me.  She quickly lifted the device, scanning my injury. 

"What happened to me?" I asked, only a little afraid of the answer.

"In order to know that, you have to tell me a bit about what you can remember." Her voice was calming, immediately reminding me of Hera. It made perfect sense to me why they would have her as a nurse.

"Well," I hesitated, not wanting to mention the memory, or what had caused it to resurface, "I had a terrible nightmare. When I woke up, I couldn't move or breathe. I couldn't even get my eyes to open. I heard people talking though, shouting. Then I fell, hit my head, and passed out." I wasn't lying, but I hoped she didn't pick up on the fact I was leaving out a few key details.