Surrender

Loyalty

"So I'll cut to the chase, just don't try to leave,"

"Put him in Room 2," I sigh, peeling off my gloves and putting them in the bin.

"Yes Dr," Tilly's intern Asha nods before wheeling him out, Tilly, Lofie and I scrubbing up.

"I can't believe we just had to operate on Lord Ren," Lofie sounds awed and I nod.

"I hope you were paying attention. Light sabre wounds are rare to treat because their mortality rate is so high. You saw how hard it was. They are slow and hard work," I look at him and he nods, swaying on his feet. We've been in surgery for well over 8 hours. Lord Ren's face and the torso wound was the worst of it and took the slowest methodical work. I watch Lofie, his eyes practically closing on his feet. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. It's not his fault, it's his body begging to tap out.

"Go to bed Nesbitt, be back in 6 hours,"

"Thank you Rosaline," He sounds relieved, giving me be big puppy eyes as he passes and I nod at him, forcing a smile. Ben. Kylo Ren. I was so sure... I was so sure he was dead. Now I know. He fell.

"Are you ok?" Tilly asks softly and I look up at her nodding.

"Yeah, didn't get much sleep,"

"I'll take care of him,"

"You and I both know Captain Phasma will not let that happen," I smile to say thank you though and she nods. It's not Tilly's fault I was woke up and she shouldn't be punished for it either, it's been a long shift for everyone. I know I won't sleep even if I could go.

"I don't know how they expect us to keep working like this,"

"They don't care as long as we do," I sigh and shaking her head, Tilly dries her hands.

"Go and get some rest, there's no point both of us being dead on our feet,"

"Only if you're sure," I nod, drying my hands.

"Of course. Go and try to leave while I'm talking to Phasma, she looks like she's in one of her shit moods and I don't want you bearing the brunt of it,"

"Thanks Rose," I smile at her and she gives me a small hug, catching me off guard, but I hug her back none the less. She gives me another smile before heading out the door, leaving me some precious moments alone. I look at myself in the mirror over the sink. My cheekbones that little bit more prominent since living here, my hair not so organised as it used to be. It reminds me of when I was young and brushing my hair every day wasn't an every day habit I had yet. It hangs down in a white blonde cascade of curls and waves, more volume than what is necessary and I tuck away the shorter strands surrounding my face. I don't look that much different from then, not really. Bar the dark circles under my eyes, I still look young, still mistaken for a 20 something rather than the knocking on the door of 30 I am. I close my eyes, thinking of how Ben and I's eyes met when I put him under. I know he knows who I am. What he does with that is something else entirely. I have to treat him the same, the same as any other patient, that's good enough orders for now. Address the rest later.

Taking a deep breath, I head out and as I expected Captain Phasma is waiting for me. 

"He's stable and will make a full recovery," I don't bother trying to force a smile, Phasma wants facts not comfort.

"Good. How long?"

"2 weeks? Any more than that and I'll be surprised. He's in a good condition, while his injuries were dangerous, only two wounds were life threatening. They are both now under control," I explain carefully and she nods, shifting.