Affixed |Kylo Ren x Reader|

It was incredibly lonely in your quarters. Ever since you had been dispatched from the med bay, you had been forced to be sealed away in your room. Doomed to serve the rest of your life in your bed with an irritating little droid popping in every few seconds. Even the nurse that checked in on you every morning had grown irksome. The wide, fake smile and that horribly high-pitched voice she used in some pathetic attempt to make you want to kill her less. Ironically, it had just the opposite effect. You had already realized that you were nitpicking, but what else could you do?

They hadn't uttered a single word about Kylo's condition.

That entire day had been a blur after you passed out in Kylo's arms. You could vaguely remember slipping in and out of consciousness while he carried you into the transport ship. People rushing around you, pressure being applied to your forehead, the imminent darkness making constant returns to claim you. For a brief moment, you had seen Kylo crumple onto the bench beside you, clutching his side. His face had been impossibly pale and sweaty, but his concerned eyes were still glued to you.

Then came nothing. Just a peaceful stillness in which you were sure you had died.

That was, until the quiet beeping of the heart monitor lulled you back awake. You had nearly beheaded one of the doctors after he refused to inform you about how Kylo was doing. All you knew was that he had been in critical condition for a brief while. Then came the bitterly cold radio silence.

No matter how much you fought and argued, not a single soul would tell you about Kylo. They didn't seem to care who you were to him or what you had done for each other. He was still the supreme leader and that information was classified.

After two days of silence, you made an attempt to break into the section of the med bay designed specifically for the superiors. They threatened to have you arrested for treason and you were forced to surrender. That's when they locked you away in your quarters to oversee your healing process there.

Today would be your last day of needing medical care. Your stitches had all healed up nicely and there was no more infection running its course. The Bacta tanks allowed you to conceal your burn scars like they were never even there in the first place. In all your years, you still didn't know how Bacta even worked, but you could be silently grateful for its existence.

"Arms up, Commander."

You sigh and reluctantly lift your arms like the nurse had requested. She lifts your shirt, observing the last few healing marks on your torso. Seemingly satisfied, she enters a few things into her data pad.

"Well, you're all cleared up. No more having to see me in the mornings." She gives you that familiar fake smile.

Thank the gods, you think grouchily to yourself.

With her data pad tucked under her arm, she rises and quickly leaves your quarters. Just before the doors close, you hear her voice nervously addressing someone else. By the tone of her speech, you had been expecting Kylo to come barging in. You didn't know a single soul on this ship that didn't fear him except for the you and-

"Glad to see you've made a recovery, Commander."

Pryde.

Your jaw tenses, eyes hardened as you train them on the man who had just strolled into your quarters. His grayed hair was always combed neatly and his uniform was kept pristine. It was those pale blue eyes that seemed to dig into your skull, that made you so weary of him.

"Allegiant General," there is coldness in your tone when you address him.

Pryde's stiff shoulders don't loosen. "I've heard that you've made several attempts at entering the medical ward meant only for the high chain of command."