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

You say that, but I don't believe it.

...

With... no small degree... of waiting, and "gentle coercion in the form of lies"... as Christopher had called it, Din stood before the hospital bed.

It hadn't registered properly, at first. It still hadn't. Not really.

He just remembered- Pedro yelling for him. He thought something had happened, that maybe that bastard had hurt him, but- no. No.

She's here.

Everything leading up to this moment had been such a blur, it was difficult to understand... she was actually here. In a hospital bed.

Omera. Sleeping peacefully.

Injuries weren't serious. Fractured spine, they said, from the fall. But she didn't need surgery, it wasn't going to affect her posture, the fracture was stable. Winta, they said, though they did not call her Winta, was fine. Completely fine. She was out with one of the nurses getting food from the cafeteria. Which explained why Din hadn't seen her yet.

He wanted to see her later, but- for now... for now. He just wanted to sit by Omera's side.

The nurses said she was awake when they wheeled her in. When it was clear she didn't have a concussion - a miracle, really - they let her sleep.

The only real issue was the fractured spine. But all she'd need to do was wear a brace, and... do a lot of resting.

Din pulled a chair to the bedside. He sat down slowly, not allowing himself to take his eyes off of Omera for one second, like she was going to disappear if he looked away.

Pershing said he was going to use the refresher, but it had been a while, so Din just assumed that he was giving him some space. Which he was... grateful for. Pedro, in the meantime, was getting food as well, perhaps in hopes of running into Winta. Christopher had left the hospital entirely about ten minutes ago. As soon as they had access to Omera's room, the man picked up his backpack and left, muttering something under his breath.

Din wasn't about to complain about it, but it had been a bit strange.

Still.

It didn't matter.

She was... here. That was all that mattered. Omera was truly and physically here.

Her chest slowly rising and falling as she breathed. She looked so peaceful.

She must've been so scared. Falling like that. Out of fucking nowhere, being pulled from her home... at least she had Winta, at least she had that. But they must've been so terrified. Those screams as they plummeted to the earth.

What if it had been higher? What if it hadn't been six feet, but ten? Fifteen? Twenty? Would they even still be here at all?

Winta... Winta would have been okay. Omera protected her. She used her body as... as a shield. Winta would have survived, but- Omera...