Kiddo | Kylo Ren

XXIII. Touch

NSFW

You'd spent four days in that hospital room.

That foul, vile, and poorly lit hospital room. Made specifically for the Supreme Leader himself, yet Kylo had stepped nowhere near that room ever since he had been excused from the hour long spooning session the two of you shared. The loud stomping of his black boots drifting down the hallway were the last you'd heard from him in nearly a week.

Thankfully, Miki was there to keep you company.

Her sweet, overwhelmingly warm essence was enough to fill the void in your chest for the first two days she had stayed by your hospital bedside. Though explaining why you were hospitalized in the first place wasn't exactly easy, Miki quickly gave up on looking for answers to her burning questions. She was just glad to see you were okay.

Having Miki fill that dreadful room with her warm light was nice, but it wasn't the same.

You wanted Kylo more than ever. If you had known his goodbye four days ago would have been his last, you would have said more. Done more. But there was no warning, nor explanation. He hadn't visited you in what seemed to be a millennium, not even to check and make sure you were doing okay.

Which you weren't.

The third day Miki had come to see you, she had walked in on you sobbing into the papery hospital pillow the nurses supplied you with. Wet, hot tears streaming down both the side of your face and between the folds of the white fabric.

You missed Kylo. You'd wished he had walked through that door instead of her.

But the moment you lifted your head up for another bout of fresh air, in preparation of diving back down into the growing puddle of salty tears, she caught your attention. Her face caught your attention.

She looked more upset than you did, and she wasn't even the one crying.

Her brows were crumpled impossibly close together. Jaw slack, eyes widened, and hands shaky. Something you hadn't understood until the moment she sat down beside you, resting her ebony colored hand against your own. Fingers tracing small circles into the sensitive skin.

"Are you okay?"

You lost your composure the second those three little words slipped past her glossy lips. Another fresh wave of hot, salty tears already trailing their way down your face in a matter of seconds. You weren't okay, and the only person who seemed to care was a girl you had only known a few weeks.

Yet you told her everything.

Though you weren't exactly sure Miki was yet a person you could trust with your shocking life story, you knew you could depend on her. She wouldn't judge. Or cower away. Or look at you as if you were reading straight out of a fictional horror novel.

She didn't understand, but she tried.

And she listened, which was exactly what you wanted. Someone to listen to you. Not interrupt you after every sentence like the Knights had. Miki was different. She was more comforting than you ever knew possible, spending every waking second beside your bed, holding your hand, and  giving you more compassion Kylo or his Knights had ever given you.

You let her sleep beside you on that third night. Tucked in closely, long lashes nearly fluttering against her sternum in sight of the limited bed space. Something you had never pictured doing with Miki was cuddling her to sleep, yet you found yourself enjoying the skin to skin contact more with every passing second.