A Shot In The Dark // Kylo x Reader

Chapter 2 || Stitches

My eyes fluttered open, a white light flooded my senses. Am I dead? I hissed in pain as I attempted to move my body.

A faint voice appeared next to me. "Hey, hey, slow down."

I tried to look towards the voice, the movement of my head erupting in dull pain. My eyes began to adjust to the light, focusing in on a man standing next to me. Through my slightly blurred vision I could see he was a decade or so older than me, I guessed early to mid thirties. He wore a white coat, his light hair was short and curly atop his head.

"Am I dead?" I asked, my voice was hoarse and felt unfamiliar.

He let out a gentle laugh, his face warm and kind as he looked at me. "Surprisingly no, currently you're in the medical wing." 

I took the time to survey my surroundings as he peered down at the clipboard in his hands. I was in a small room with white walls and floors, laying on a cot surrounded by various different machinery.

"BY-2162, you suffered a direct hit from a blaster to your upper right chest, which caused severe damage to your lung, ribs, and surrounding tissue. The entrance wound was fairly large causing a great deal of blood loss, you also obtained a minor concussion. We performed an twenty hour surgery to stitch up your internal and external wounds, paired with a full synthetic rib reconstruction" He read from the clipboard before averting his gaze to me. "We are all quite amazed you survived damage this fatal, to be honest."

My head was buzzing, I didn't know how to react, I was certain I had died during the mission. My eyes widened at the thought.

 "How long have I been here Doctor...?" I paused, realizing I didn't know his name.

He watched me, keeping that gentle look on his face. "Doctor Sion," he smiled before gazing back at my chart. "You have been recovering here for three days now."

Oh god. Worry flooded my body, my leader was going to be pissed I've been out so long. I attempted to sit up, but was stopped by Doctor Sion who gently pushed me back down.

"Don't worry, your squadron leader is notified of your absence. You are to stay here and out of active duty until fully healed." He stated, as if reading my mind. He pulled out a pen from his coat pocket and looked back down at his clipboard.

"How would you rate your pain from one to ten? One being minimal and ten being excruciating."

I moved my body slightly and winced. "Um, a five until I move at all, then it's an eight." My voice was weak and broken.

He scribbled on the clipboard before turning to look at me again. "I will have a nurse come in shortly to give you more painkillers, until then do me a favor and move as little as possible. We wouldn't want any of those stitches to come loose." He sent me a playful smile and a quick pat on the head before leaving, to visit other patients I presumed.

Looking around the room again, I wondered why I was in one so enclosed. When I had toured the medical wing during training I remembered it being more open, with  a lot more beds. I scanned the areas around me, ignoring the throbbing that the movement brought to my head. There were many machines all making a combination of quiet beeping and humming noises. Wires ran from each of them which I followed with my eyes, they all lead to my body. Needles and patches were all attached to me, I felt like a droid.

Suddenly I became hyper aware of what was happening, the fogginess of being woken up from a three day sleep finally dissipating. Images flashed through my mind of the past events: loading into the transport, the battle, death, a burning village, my commander, the blaster shot.

The blaster shot.

I peered down at my blue hospital dress, fingers slowly grazed the hem of my collar. Hesitantly I pulled the opening over my right shoulder, shuddering at the gruesome sight. My flesh was raw and pink, there was a long cut running across the top of my body. The wound was jagged, it ran from the top of my shoulder and down just above my breast curving slightly across, only centimetres away from the middle of my chest. The opening was riddled with stitches, all tying my skin together. I made a face, suddenly becoming a bit nauseated.