A Shot In The Dark // Kylo x Reader

Chapter 3 || Tension

Holy shit. My eyes immediately clung to the ceiling. HOLY SHIT. 

I laid there staring upwards, refusing to make a sound while listening in on the commotion close beside me. The air in the room felt thinner, it was becoming harder to breathe as my body lit up in flames. 

My commander is just meters beside me. Without a mask.

My curiosity took over my nerves at the thought of seeing the face of Kylo Ren. Every inch of my body was telling me to look over, but fear had me paralyzed to the bed. I could barley hear what was going on beside me due to the loud humming in my ears. 

Finally I decided to look over quickly, my curiosity getting the better of me. I was utterly shocked at the sight.

Wow, he's attractive.

Kylo Ren was younger than I expected, I guessed not much older than me. He had long dark curls, which were matted to his forehead. His skin was pale, his jaw strong, with dark eyes that held power and dominance. He stared sternly at Doctor Sion, a look of pure rage mixed with an emotion I couldn't quite pinpoint. The doctor tried his best to set up the machines, his body trembling with nerves as he attempted to avoid the commanders gaze. 

My head returned to the ceiling as soon as it had left, body humming intensely at the idea of what just happened. It seemed they were too busy to notice me, so I decided to test my luck and look over again. 

At a second, and longer glance, I noticed Doctor Sion had been abandoned by his nurses. He continued to work at the last machine, while I directed my gaze to the man on the bed. Looking closer I noticed the small gash stretching down his face, it disappeared under his torn clothing. His black garments were wet down his side, no doubt blood I thought. Even with his wounds, the commanders face showed no signs of pain. If it weren't for the blood and his stiff movements it would seem he wasn't injured at all. 

"S-sir, is it alright if I remove your garments? I- I need to be able to clean and dress your wound." Doctor Sion's voice brought me out of my trance. His normally calm face was white with terror as the commander stared at him, rage evident in his gaze.

After what felt like hours Kylo Ren nodded, his face unchanging as the doctor removed his shirt, hanging it neatly along the wall. His side was painted red, a massive gash traveled from his hips, up his side, and connected with the wound on his jaw. Doctor Sion scanned the injury for a second before getting to work. 

He frantically began wiping the area clean, the blood continued to pool out of the wound. One of the nurses from before had returned with a bag of liquid, their eyes fixed on the commander as they hung it on a metal pole. The doctor had begun stitching Kylo Ren's side, while the nurse connected the tube from the fluid filled bag into his arm, nervously exiting the room when finished. The tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife. 

As Doctor Sion continued to pull the needle through his skin, I looked up towards the commanders face. It remained unchanged, he showed no signs of pain as he was repeatedly jabbed. The whole sight caused me to wince slightly, and I directed my gaze back towards the ceiling. I heard the doctor give a sigh of relief as he finished with the stitches, the room fell silent for a few moments and I directed my attention to the gentle beeping of the machines. 

"Who is she?" A voice demanded, killing the rigid silence that fell upon the room. My heart plummeted into my chest at his words, eyes still fixated on the ceiling. 

Oh gods, he noticed me.

"Just another patient Sir." Doctor Sion's voice was steady. "May I offer you some painkillers?" His words tried to avert the attention off of me, I silently thanked him in my head.