When The Gods Drop an Angel on You
"Hey, Jansen! Gimme' that plasma cutter would you." Han yelled from under the Millennium Falcon.
"I think Luke's got it I'll go ask." Wes said.
Just another ordinary day. Wes thought as he went looking for Luke Skywalker, Commander of Rouge Squadron. 5' 11" green eyes and golden brown hair, 20 year old Wes Jansen, X Wing piolet for the rebellion had it all.
Wes was passing by a supply shelf when a shriek caught his attention, before he could even look up he was on the ground with someone on top of him.
"What the- where'd you come from?" Wes groaned easing the person off him.
"I- I'm really sorry, I was trying to get something, slipped, I'm sorry." A voice mumbled dizzily.
"It's ok, are you alright?" Wes asked helping the girl up.
"Yeah, I'm fi-" she mumbled fainting.
"Whoa!" Wes said catching her, he noticed a trickle of blood run down the side of her face. "Let's get you to the med unit."
"What happened?" A medic asked.
"She fell from somewhere up on the supply shelves." Wes replied, laying the girl down on a cot.
"Not again!" Another medic sighed coming up to the cot. "Third time in four months. I swear this kid should be restricted to the ground floor level. Anything higher than that should be off limits to her. Just minor cut, nothing a little bacta and a strip of synth-flesh can't fix. My name is Marik Bailden, I've been treating Eleanore's cuts and concussions since she was old enough to walk. Thank you for bringing her in."
"Tell her to feel better soon, and to be careful." Wes said leaving.
"Will do." Dr. Bailden said.
"There you are Jansen! I thought you were looking for that plasma cutter!" Han growled, then noticing blood on the shoulder of his shirt. "What happened, your bleeding?"
"I don't know for sure but I think an angel fell on me." Wes said with a dazed and somewhat dreamy look on his face.
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