White Holes [Cassian Andor x OC]

VIII

Three days later Dr. Stryker awoke.

Her hand trembled as she reached for her oxygen mask and removed it. She gasped her first breath and was suddenly overcome with unbearable pain. She could hear the heart monitor jolting with intensity.

"Dr. Stryker!" The man sitting next to her bed jumped to his feet. It was Adair. He pressed his palms against her shoulder's pressing her back down to the bed.

"My leg," she winced. The pain was unbearable and seem to pinch in the middle of her femur. "It's a miracle that you're alive," Adair said. The doctor didn't have time for compassionate statements. "Get me out of here. We've got word to do," she snapped tossing her numb legs to the side despite the pain.
"Wait- there's-" A hollow clanking noise hit the floor. Lya looked down. In place of her left leg was a metallic one. The scarring in the charred skin was disgusting. It was bright red and peeled at her epidermis in evidence of the destruction the flames had brought. She looked at her hands and saw the pink-stained bandages that covered most of her arms. Deep cuts and scars peeked from them.

"Lya," Adair began. "You need rest. You were buried under two stories of fire and debris. It's a miracle that you are alive."

The doctor had a horrible thought. Slowly she brought her hands to her neck... More bandages... Her fingertips trailed her face. It was completely bandaged.

"You and Dr. Cyder..." The man said.

"Dr. Cyder?" She said turning with her head lowered.
"He saved you. Covered most of your body from the damage. The doctors couldn't save your leg, and most of your body extremities suffered from second and third-degree burns and cuts." He explained.

"Hmm...." Lya sat in her bed. She pondered on the events that had transpired some days ago. Aztin the spy. Seena the traitor. The hospital exploding. Lux being... Her hands clenched the bed covers tightly.

"And... Lux?" She managed. As if the name choked in her mouth.

Adair was silent. The silence itself and the vacant look in his eyes told Lya the truth. Her eyes instantly watered. The tears cascaded down in a terrible sob.
She could see it playing over and over in her head. The Togruta deactivating the bomb. Lux had come and gone the only way she was meant to, with light. After that, it was all a hazy blur, a blast, and complete darkness.

"She didn't feel any pain," Adair said wiping away some of the burning tears that had escaped his swollen eyes.

"Curse it all," Lya growled out angrily.

For somebody that had once had so much faith in the Force, it was beginning to falter. Why did this happen? How could this happen? Slipped right under her nose.

With an angry scream, she tossed the table that was next to her bad against the wall, along with everything that stood in her way.

"Dr. Stryker!" Adair ran towards her and wrapped his arms around her holding her struggle together.

"Where-where is Cassian?!" She cried, still struggling.
"He's out. He's devastated," Adair explained as his grip became tighter.
"And he left me here?!"
"It is his duty!" He shook his body as he snapped some sense into her. The woman was heaving as her chest rose and collapsed violently. At that moment it felt as if her body had been pricked by a thousand scorching needles. "It's his duty and you know it. You knew that Captain Andor wouldn't always be here there for you when you choose him." She was quiet for a moment and his grip relaxed. "Know that he expects the same of you if he was in your position and yours in his."

Suddenly the door opened. In came in Dr. Aztin Cyder.
Bold patches of his fur were burnt and were covered in thick bandages. Both of his arms were broken and crossed over his chest.