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You lived in a small town on a small planet that was far from anything too significant.
It was a peaceful corner of the universe, one, which you had never left in your life. You didn't need to; your life was there with your family and your mentor, Dr Fodao, who had taken you under his wing after you had finished your nurse training six months ago. Your parents, Seyda and Evir Darmal, were both part of the Resistance and seen some battles in the past but now mostly helped with recruitment and training. Your brother, Jarik, was a pilot in training for the Resistance.
The small town you lived in was a Resistance stronghold even though it was insignificant, so you had always grown up as one of them, surrounded by them. But you hated the war above all. It had started only a year ago, but even before then you had heard countless reports of unrest and civilians getting killed by Stormtroopers. The full blown war only started when the Resistance finally decided to launch a full scale attack against the First Order, which was terrorising the galaxies. But of course it was just the latest battle in the long war of light versus dark. It was like General Organa always said; the war between light and dark side was always there, in the background, even during the mostly peaceful times.
You recognised her words and understood that a struggle between the light and dark side was always going to be going on in some part of the galaxy, but it didn't make you hate the war any less. The war had already claimed far too many innocent lives and you had to fear for your brother every single day. He was still in training but you all knew that because pilots were a crucial part of the Resistance troops, he could be sent out to battle any day.
Even though the constant bloodshed was not part of your fairly peaceful everyday life, you had heard enough about the horrors of battlefield from injured fighters returning home as well as your were constantly getting updates from the headquarters, worrying about the war and trying to come up with ways to be useful without having to go to the front line, which was understandable at their were perfectly happy caring for the injured who had returned under Dr Fodao's guidance and helping the local children and elderly with their everyday ailments.
You had no interest in working directly for the Resistance, aiding in their war and taking your skills to the front line. Fodao had never pushed for it, although he had mentioned once that your skills could be put to better use in a field hospital or even in the headquarters. It was because he knew the one thing about you you mostly kept to yourself; you were force sensitive, but only slightly. You could sometimes feel the force shift, but you knew it wasn't very strong in you, most definitely not strong enough to work miracles. And you hadn't even been trained in using it, nor did you want to. Dr Fodao thought your force sensitivity was why you were such a natural healer and there had been times you had been able to channel a tiny bit of force to aid with the healing process, but you didn't think too highly of your skills. Dr Fodao also knew about your dislike of the war and so he never pushed you to join the Resistance ranks, though he did think that you could have helped save lives on the battlefield.
You weren't interested in going out there to see the devastation and bloodshed. But of course, the war was everywhere and you couldn't avoid it forever. One evening after a hard day of work as a flu epidemic had taken over half the children of the town it seemed, your parents got an urgent message from the headquarters. The First Order had landed on your insignificant planet and your town was their target.
You knew what you had to do. Dr Fodao had told you to get to the hospital as soon as possible if there ever was an attack on the town. It had always seemed so unlikely, such a distant possibility, but now it was happening. Your parents were horrified, but it didn't take long for your father to organise some veteran fighters to go defend the city. The few Resistance guards in the city as well as some of the injured took part in the fight that none of them had expected.
"I can't believe you will leave me as well. But Dr Fodao needs you. All I hope is that both you and your father come home at the end of all this," your mother said, tears in her eyes, as she saw you preparing to leave the house in your nurse's uniform.
"I'm sorry I have to go. But like you said, I'm needed. I always hoped this day would never come," you said as you were doing your shoe laces.
"So did I. But here it is, the war is now right at our doorstep."
You hugged your mum, picked up your first aid kit and left the house, not at all certain what to expect. When you stepped outside, everything seemed surprisingly calm. You could hear noises in the distance, shouts and screams and blasters, but they all seemed miles away. Your street was not in the middle of it all, it was calm and there wasn't a soul in sight. The battle somewhere in the distance still felt unreal to you.
You started making your way towards the hospital the same way you usually did.
When you reached the street leading to the main square of the small town, the voices grew louder and you could see an orange glow. You walked towards the square and were lucky enough to reach view of it before you ran into any Stormtroopers.
The sight on front of you was like from your worst nightmares. A building was on fire, lighting the scene with eerie orange glow. There were resistance fighters and Stormtroopers running across the square, the latter shooting at anything that was moving. You couldn't believe that what was in front of you was really happening.
You turned away and quickly found your way to a quiet small street few blocks away from the battle scene. You realised that to get safely to the hospital you would need to avoid all the central locations through which you usually walked. It meant that your journey would almost double in length but it was what you had to do.
The streets were empty, as everyone who was not taking part in the fighting was hiding in their homes. There were no lights in any of the windows, as if everyone was trying to disappear into the shadows, unnoticed, not to draw attention to themselves. If you couldn't have heard the constant sounds of fighting, the screams of pain and the blasters going off, you could have imagined you were walking through a ghost town because of how quiet everything was.
Most of the people huddled in their homes in fear, hoping not to catch the eye of the enemy, had no reason to be afraid, you thought to yourself. They were innocent bystanders. Then again, First Order was not known to care about taking the lives of the innocent, so it made sense to try hide. But most of the houses held families, children, elderly, people who had nothing to do with the Resistance or the ongoing war. People who just wanted to live their insignificant lives in peace. You felt sorry for them for having to go through this, having to hide and fear for their lives.
You couldn't understand why the First Order would want to disturb the piece of your town. There was nothing significant there, just people going about their lives. Even though it was a town supportive of the Resistance, it wasn't an important base and no one too important or crucial would be in such a small town when there was a war going on. They were all on bases or on missions, not spending time in a meaningless little town.
You got to walk undisturbed and in your thoughts for quite awhile, trying to stay as far from the sounds of battle as you deemed necessary. Your thoughts were, however, disturbed by a man walking towards you. He had come from the direction of the fight. He was clenching his right arm, which was covered in blood. There was a desperate look in his face, but you could see a spark in his eyes when he noticed you.
"Nurse!" he exclaimed with a hoarse voice. You smiled at him encouragingly.
"Do you need help?" you asked, even though it was obvious that the man was in need of medical attention. He nodded and walked over to you wearily. You guided him to sit down on steps leading up to a building on the street.
You helped the man get off his jacket, which was sticking to his skin from the blood. You could see the wound properly now, the fresh, red blood glistening under the streetlamp. You felt a little nauseous looking at the wound. It was very wide and extremely deep, worse than anything you had ever seen before, still seeping with blood. You weren't used to seeing such fresh injuries, as you mostly treated people who had seen battle days or weeks ago. This man had been in a battle just moments ago.
You recognised burn markings around the wound and wondered what had caused such a terrible wound. You tried to calm yourself by taking in a deep breath. You could do this, you could help this man. This was what you were trained for, even if you had never planned on becoming a field nurse.
"What caused this?" you asked, curious, as you opened your first aid kid. You poured some wound sanitizer on a cotton wipe and started very carefully to clean up the wound. The man winced from the touch of alcohol on the wound, although you did try to be as gentle as possible.
"It was Kylo Ren," he said, his face very serious.
Kylo Ren? Why was he there? You could somehow, although with difficulty, imagine a bunch of Stormtroopers to be sent to raid the town but why would Kylo Ren himself bother to come there? There must have been something going on you didn't know about, something your parents never mentioned to you.
You continued to clean the wound and the more time you spend working on it, the more you realised how serious it was. The wound was extremely deep, which made it very difficult to clean. It was the kind of wound that could possibly lead to the man losing his arm, if it got infected and with the amount of ash in it, it seemed like a possibility.
You thought back to what Dr Fodao had said to you about your natural tendency towards healing. Maybe that tiny bit of Force you were able to tap into could help you. Maybe this was the moment you could help save someone with your powers, even if they weren't very defined or strong.
You closed your eyes and cleared your mind. You focused on your breathing to close out the world around you. You tried to feel the Force, to find it inside you. You could see its aura, you thought back to the wound. Heal, I need to heal this wound, you thought.
"What was that?" the man asked, making you snap back to the present. You opened your eyes to look at him.
"Did you feel something?" you asked. The man nodded. You took a look at the wound. It was still very wide, but it seemed to have become less deep. It was still bloody and there wasn't a massive change, but you had managed to heal it a little, just enough to make it less likely the man would lose his arm. You smiled to yourself.
"How does it feel?" you asked as you started wrapping the wound up, making sure there was enough pressure on it.
"Better," the man said, looking a little confused as to how his arm had suddenly stopped throbbing so terribly.
"Why is Kylo Ren here?" you asked then, your thoughts drifting back to how the man had gained the wound.
"I don't know. I was on my way to somewhere else, but General Organa told me to come here because First Order had attacked. That's all I know. No one knew then that Kylo Ren was going to be here," the man told you.
You finished wrapping the wound. Kylo Ren's presence did seem to be quite the mystery, if not even the Resistance had expected him to come there, you thought to yourself with a frown. Then you heard footsteps. A swoosh. It sounded like how you had always imagined a lightsaber would sound. You had never actually heard one, so you told yourself you could be mistaken, because there was no one there who had one… No one except Kylo Ren.
You looked up, your heart racing at the anticipation of seeing the feared leader of the First Order. When your eyes met him, you felt your heart jump up to your throat. It really was him. It really was Kylo Ren.
He was towering over you, although he was standing a few feet back. He was very tall, dressed in all black and a long black cape. Under the hood, he was wearing a mask, which made him look inhumane. That was how he had always seemed to you, a monster, not a human at all.
You felt a wave of panic take you over as the man behind the mask inspected you. What could he possibly want from you? His glowing red light saber was by his side, adding to your fears. It would have been very easy for him to just slice through you with it.
"Who are you?" Kylo Ren asked, his voice distorted by the mask.
"I-I'm no one. No one important. I'm just a nurse!" you pleaded, your fear clear in your voice.
"WHO ARE YOU?" Kylo Ren demanded.
"I-I-I..." you sobbed, tears running down your cheeks. Panic had taken over you. You couldn't form a coherent sentence.
Kylo Ren took a step forward, bent down and grabbed you by the collar. He lifted you up and pushed you against the wall, his hand on your throat. You were sure you had never been more terrified in your life.
"For the last time, what is your name?" he asked.
You told him your name, the words coming out as a hoarse whisper as his grip on your throat tightened.
"Are you the one who used the Force?" he asked, his masked face getting closer to yours.
You didn't say anything.
"Alright then, don't tell me. But there aren't a lot of people around here so it seems quite obvious it was you. I could feel it, someone using the Force," Kylo Ren said.
"Why are you here?" you asked. The pressure on your throat was making your eyes tear up.
"There was a rumour that Poe Dameron had come to hide here. There has been no sign of him, but maybe I have something quite valuable in you…" he said, his synthesised voice menacing.
"Me?" you said. He let go of you and you fell on the ground painfully.
"Yes, you," Kylo Ren said, before the world went completely black around you.
