White Holes [Cassian Andor x OC]

IX

He had done it again.
Cassian sat shirtless on Lya's kitchen counter. She hovered over his back as she rubbed an ointment on his shoulder blade. Her lips were shut tight and jaw clenched as she applied her medical knowledge to his wounds. He was so careless...
He winced and let out a low hiss. She said nothing as she wrapped his shoulder in a bandage. She did it perhaps a bit too hard and tugged at the bandage aggressively. He winced. She couldn't handle it anymore.
"Lya! Careful!" he complained.
She stopped. She had made herself a mental vow that she wouldn't speak to him today.
"You are telling me to be careful after you got yourself shot in the shoulder?"He turned his body to face her and winced as he did."You think I got shot on purpose?" his eyebrows twisted."Cassian I can't do this anymore," she sighed shaking her head.
She had grown into the habit of wearing her hair down in an attempt to hide the healed scars that slashed her face in half and crept down to her shoulders and arms like vines.
"Can't do what?" He said bringing his hands down to his lap."I can't keep seeing you get hurt like this. I can't bear the thought of you being away and not knowing when you are coming back- or if you're coming back at all."
For someone that had once had so much faith on the Force Dr. Stryker had lost all of it.
So much had changed after the hospital... after Lux...Losing Cassian would be- her eyes watered at the thought of losing him in the war. The pain- it would be unbearable.
"Oye...."He said reaching for her face.
She shied away from his touch retreating. The doctor ducked her head and crossed her arms over her chest before wiping a stray tear away.
"Lya," he said in a pleading tone with his accented voice."What are we doing Cassian?" She cocked her head to the side."You're gone half the time. I-I have some stuff to work out. We are in the middle of a war. What are we doing? Really-" She cried out as she paced anxiously.
He was quiet for a moment. His dark eyes rounded her.Gazed at her as if attempting to read her very own thoughts. She felt lost when looking into those two bottomless dark wells of ink.
"Surviving," he said."Surviving?" She repeated.
"Lya we've talked about this before the inevitable will happen."
She looked away from him.
"What matters is that we do it together," His hands reached for her.She couldn't fight it- fight him. She caved in and squeezed his hand back. She flashed him a weak smile. "I have to go, I'll be getting my ship ready. Best be prepared," He said before leaning over and placing a kiss on her temple. 

"Te amo guapa," he said with a smile.

Cassian left....
xxxxx
Captain Andor was fueling his ship. He currently sat inside in the commanding ship.He sat back staring at the empty ceiling from the inside of his spacecraft.
"You are awfully quiet Captain," Kaytoo suddenly said. Cassian sighed and simply nodded his head. "Thinking about Dr. Stryker?" K-2SO said.
Once again Cassian nodded. He was worried about Lya. She hadn't been the same since... well, the hospital."It's just, she's been so cold lately. I don't even think she wants to marry me anymore," he said sounding defeated.
"I calculate the odds of Dr. Stryker marrying you are 70%."
Cassian looked at him with an annoyed glare.
"72%, 73%, 74%, 77%..." K-2SO calculated. The amount increased with every passing moment. "There is no way you can calculate that," Cassian said in protest.
"How do you even know that?""Because Dr. Stryker is coming this way."The Captain almost fell off the chair. He turned around shocked to see the doctor aboard the ship. Both the Captain and his right-handed robot realized that her face was wet with tears. They exchanged a look that K-2SO had almost programmed into his system.
"I'm sorry- it's just- the thought," she bit back her tears."The thought of losing you. It haunts me. I don't know what I would do if I lost you," she cried. She felt so childish and vulnerable for worrying. For the sake of the galaxy- this was Cassian's job. Who was she to impose on his duties?Just like a moth is drawn to a flame he engulfed her in his arms."You won't lose me," he said against her hair.
"I promise."
She remained silent through it all."I will always come back to you," he said before placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
She held him close. She had already lost so much. Her best friend, her leg, her skin...
One more blow would be deathly to her sanity.
That night Lya spent the night in the Captain's ship.