connection

7

I couldn't sleep. My mind kept drifting back to the look on Evie's face before Ren dropped her, the terror in her eyes, along with the scare of death. Why didn't he kill me? He was so insistent on killing her and he doesn't even know her. But he does know me.

I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, but everytime I shut my eyes I would see the situation over and over again, as if it was a record on repeat. Finally I found myself sitting up and breathing heavily. I know what I shouldn't do, but I couldn't stop myself. I was already walking towards the door. It was the middle of the night, so the halls were empty. It was a bit chilly in the corridor, so I took my hair out and hugged my arms to keep warm.

I took the stairs instead of bothering with the elevator. It would take too long. Every level I climbed too seemed to get colder. Walking down his corridor I knew my teeth were chattering. Finally his door came into view and I speed walked towards it. I stood in front of his door, not knowing if I should knock or just stand there until he feels my presence and opens it himself. The door slid open fast before I even finished debating, I guess he knew I was there.

He was laying on his bed, still fully dressed in his normal attire helmet and all. I walked towards him. What was I even going to say? What am I doing here?

"I don't know why you're here either." he spoke from his mask.

"I'm here to yell at you for what you did today. What the hell is the matter with you? You can't just go around killing people who don't do as you ask. We are people, and yes we work for you, but everything you have is because of us. You need to treat us fairly, and that means that you DON'T TRY TO KILL US." I started yelling before I even could stop myself. "I may be your personal dr or whatever, but the next time you threaten one of my friends, maybe I'll forget something during surgery, and you won't be so lucky."

With this he shot up and stared at me, his eyes going into my soul. "How are you, not afraid? You see what I do, and yet here you are, not afraid to fight." He stood up and took a few step towards me. "I don't understand it."

"I'm not scared because they won't ever find someone to replace me, I'm the best chance they've got at keeping you alive. You know it, Hux knows it, and everyone else in that hospital knows it." I pointed towards the hospital's general direction before crossing my arms again.

"Why you. Why is it always you in my head and no one else?" He turned away from me. "God I hear your thoughts all the time, they never turn off. How are you doing it?"

I felt my body get lifted out of the ground and slammed into the wall behind me which staggered my breathing for a moment. "What are you talking about?"

He turned back towards me and moved himself so he was inches away from me. His helmet was a little intimidating this close. "You, are in my head, all the time. I hear all your thoughts and think about you. You need to stop doing that."

"I'm not doing anything!" I wrestled against this invisible grip. "Let me go."

"How is it that I can reach into your mind at any day but not right now." He growled. I could hear his breathing through his mask, and for some reason I could feel his thoughts this time.

He was scared. No not scared, interested. "Get out of my head." He finally muttered. 

"You get out of mine." I spat back. 

He took a step back and I dropped to the floor. "You can't be doing this on purpose, you don't even know what's going on. The only one way you could possibly be doing this means that......you're force sensitive."

"I'm what? No I'm not." I stood back up and dusted my nightgown off. "What the hell is your problem?" 

"I should kill you right now." He snapped. "But you are right. I can't kill you."