Chapter Thirty-Three

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Rey's POV
I knew that I was already dead or in the process of dying. I couldn't even feel anything. I'm dead aren't I? I thought to myself silently. Just that one thought terrified me, is this what death felt like?

Ben's POV
It had been almost two hours since the doctor had taken Rey and I was pacing the length of the room, ignoring the odd looks that the other doctors and nurses were giving me. Han and Leia had both come by to tell me to rest and I told them both the same think. That I had to stay here just in case something big happens.

Hours later...
I woke up, stiff from sleeping in one of the chairs, the med bay was oddly quiet. There were only a few people here for the night shift. I stood up and walked over to the desk where a nurse was.

"Has there been any news on Rey?" I asked her, exhausted.

The nurse glanced up at me. "Not yet, the doctors are still in the room with her." She said.

I nodded slightly. "Okay," I said quietly before returning to the chair I'd been sitting in, wondering if Rey was going to be okay.

4 days later...
I sat at a table in the dining hall with my mother, my father and Poe. They were discussing some sort of plan, probably to destroy the first order, but all I could think about was Rey. She still hadn't regained consciousness and I was terrified that I was going to lose her.

I felt a small tap on my shoulder and turned to face the person. It was one of the doctors. "What is it?" I asked.

"Its Rey," the doctor replied quietly.

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