Prompt: You're apart of the medical team at medbay on the Starkiller base. You live bitterly on the base due to your horrid past encounters with the First Order. Kylo noticed, & determined to break you.
Warning: This imagine includes. Angst. Sexual Activity. Abuse. Abduction. Pro- fanity.
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You treated a wounded stormtrooper who had been attacked by the infamous Commander, Kylo Ren. You were annoyed with these type of cases wondering why it even mattered if they were so willing to spare a thousand troopers. It wasn't only the only thing that bothered you, Kylo Ren's untamed anger frustrated you beyond your limits.
Couldn't he spare the trouble and not harm any stormtroopers. It only wasted time and resources.
"You're free to go now." You patched the stormtrooper up and patted his shoulder.
"Thank you."
"Only doing my job." You smiled begrudgingly.
The stormtrooper placed his equipment back on and left the room.
You sighed rather loudly, garnering the attention of your coworker. He was about to open his mouth until you glared at him, moving onto another patient. That was why no one ever dared talked to you. You were cold, unremorseful, someone not to be so cheerful around. You didn't care as expected, the capacity for emotions were slim.
However, you weren't meant to be blamed.
Constant abuse to work for the First Order finally broke you apart. The threats, name calling, physical pain made you succumb to practically giving your life away. You were a puppet in a system that could give not a single care in the world for you. They took your spirit, hospitality and compassion away. Stripping you of your worth. Gossip didn't harm you, they can call you calloused, heartless, whatever they so desired and you would still not stoop to their level nor weaken.
"Doctor Calapha," John, a trainee, called out.
"Yes," you responded, not turning around.
"A few wounded pilots will be coming in shortly. I was wondering if-,"
"How long till they're here?" You interrupted.
"Ten minutes max." John said.
"Did you see how many of the pilots were injured? And how many were in critical condition? As I've told you countless of times to do." You raised a brow, turning toward him.
"About eight injured pilots. Two pilots in critical condition, one with head trauma and the other with a nearly missing arm." John explained to you while you checked up on a patient.
"Get chambers five through nines droids situated, and tell Doctor Tull that a patient with head trauma will be situated in UCQ-1, alert a few nurses as well. Now go on." You said, leaving the last patients room and heading over to UCQ-2.
