Red Desire | Kylo Ren x Reader

A Superior's Decision

If you thought working the overnight shift was boring, it was nothing compared to laying in a hospital bed for three days. Within the first couple of hours after you had woken up, your thoughts began to race while you laid there. You were on painkillers for your wounds and were being monitored for when you ate to make sure you didn't skip meals. You felt like you were being watched like a child. Jerry would come and check on you at the beginning and the end of his shifts, so that was nice. Most of the day, a medic named Madison looked after you.

She was tall and slim with gleaming brown hair that framed her face. She was incredibly kind to you and attended to all of your whiny needs with no complaints. She had a wicked sense of humor and you loved getting to see her. You talked her ear off each time you saw her because you craved human interaction. You were placed in a private room away from others, and you never got to see anyone.

Madison had told you that you had your own room because of the severity of your injuries, but you had seen troopers coming in with missing limbs, so you weren't sure what was up with that. You couldn't really complain though, except that it was lonely.

You were so used to being around Max all the time when you weren't working, that it was weird not being with him now. Your heart ached to see him, and you wish you could apologize for everything and makeup already. The Finalizer had so far only brought you bad memories and you didn't want to stay here any longer.

Your wounds healed alright and you had a nice pink scar stretching down your hairline, but if you moved your hair enough, it covered it up fine. The scar on your palm was less easy to hide, but you wore gloves while working, so you weren't too worried.

Trying to explain all the bruises on your chest, neck, and face to Madison wasn't exactly easy. You had told her that you were just clumsy; but she didn't say anything to object. Jerry hadn't asked you anything about them. He seemed like he just knew how you had gotten them and chose not to mention it.

Laying around all day, you thought of everything. Thought about growing up in Kori's shadow your entire life and how you had never been able to connect with her. It didn't help that your parents were never around for either of you, so Kori acted motherly towards you. She got to be too overbearing and you started to resent her for it. Along with the resentment, you were incredibly jealous of her with everything that she did. You now realized, that you needed to try and fix your relationship with her. Seeing your life flash before your eyes when Kylo held his lightsaber to your neck, you didn't want to live your life with any more regrets.

You wanted to mend your relationship with Max and tell him the truth about your secret relationship. You knew you could trust him to not say anything to anyone else, and you didn't know why you didn't say anything to him before. Wishing you could talk to him, you laid in bed thinking about all the possible ways you were going to apologize to him.

On your last day waiting around in the bed, you decided you were done with Kylo. You were done with his tricks and games. He messed with your head, literally- he'd given you a concussion, and you were sick of it. You'd find someone else to help with his damn shoulder. You didn't need to help him anymore.

Madison came in to change your bandages and check out everything before they would be able to release you. You watched her intently as she worked quietly humming to herself.

She looked down at you staring and chuckled, "Why are you staring at me silly?"

"I like observing how you work, I wish I could work as quietly and diligently as you," you said staring back with a grin.

"Well, you'll be back working in no time," she said with a smile as she applied more ointment to your burn.

You winced as you slowly began to sit up. After all your years of experience and training, you don't know how you didn't realize that you had a concussion. Your head was still tender, but you were ready to get moving and doing something productive.