the curious happenstance of pedro pascal and din djarin [The Mandalorian]

Everything is fine.

"I told you to keep him alive."

"He is alive."

"But he might not have been! Why did you have to shoot him?"

Pedro's eyes shot open. The light was blinding, and the air was cold. He was laying on an uncomfortable plastic bed that stuck to his skin.

"You're awake!" A girl came into his line of sight. A redhead, with freckles and a round face. "Thank god you're awake. I'm so sorry about all of this. My partner doesn't know how to follow orders." She shot a pointed look to the side, and Pedro heard annoyed huff.

"It's not my fault. I only pointed the gun at him to scare him, but he attacked me, and I accidentally pressed the trigger..."

"Sure, Farnes."

"I'm not lying, Rayna."

"Whatever you say."

The girl - Rayna - turned back to look down at Pedro. He stared, wide-eyed and afraid.

"You can speak if you want," she said.

Pedro cleared his throat. "You're British."

A moment of silence, then laughter. "You're not even going to ask where you are? Or what happened? Just- just, 'you're British'... yeah, okay, that's fair, I guess. For the record, I'm only half British. Farnes, on the other hand..." she shrugged. "Speaking of hands," she offered her own pale hand. "I'm Ivana Rayna."

Pedro didn't shake it.

"That bastard over there is Christopher Farnes. I'm sorry he shot you. We can make sure you don't remember it if you like."

He suddenly became acutely aware of the numbness in his left arm. His first thought was, I'm having a heart attack, but then realised; oh, no. That's where I was shot.

That's right. He was shot in the shoulder. There was so much pain. So much blood.

"It's a miracle you didn't die of blood-loss, really. By the time Farnes got you here you were as white as the walls in this room."

All the memories came flooding back. The doorbell, the man, the barrel of a gun. Fear. Worry. Din.

"Din," he croaked. "Din. Where is Din?"

"You mean the Mandalorian?"

Worry and fear rippled through his body.

"We don't know."

The back of his bed suddenly began to rise, and before he knew it, he was sitting up straight. The world spun for a few seconds before stabilising and he was able to observe his surroundings. Christopher was sat to the right, hunched over in a chair, knee-shaking vigorously.

"Farnes was supposed to find the bastard and bring him here, but instead he shot you and the Mandalorian got away."

"Are you from the government?"

Christopher snorted. "No. We're from another dimension like your friend."

Pedro's mouth fell open. "You-?"

"We're trying to find a way to get back," Ivana sighed. "Which is why we wanted to take the Mandalorian. We've... been following you for a while now," she said sheepishly.

"Well, I have some bad news. We don't know how to get him back either."

She huffed. "Damn. I thought you might..."

"If we knew he'd already be gone," Pedro spat.

Now he was angry. It was like all the stress from the past month and a half was finally catching up to him. He hated it. And he especially hated how he allowed himself to get to a point where he was angry.