It had been several weeks since their last force connection on Crait. During this time Kylo had gone over that moment when Rey had shut the Falcon's door on him a hundred times. In each instance he managed to convince himself a little more how much he hated and despised the young scavenger. She had turned down his offer to help rule the galaxy. Turning her back on him after everything they had been through together. He promised himself the next time they met he would show her no mercy.
One day, as he was attending to his supreme leader duties, a storm trooper informed him that a rebel ship with a single occupant had been captured. "Excellent" Kylo said. "Have the prisoner taken to the interrogation room. I will attend to them myself." Kylo immediately started making his way down to the holding cells, his footsteps echoing through the metallic halls. This was what he needed. Someone he could take out some of his frustrations on.
But, as he rounded the final corner, the sight before his eyes was the last thing he was expecting to see. Being escorted by two storm troopers was Rey herself. At first Kylo felt a deep satisfaction, finally he would be able to take his revenge against the girl who'd caused him so much anguish and turmoil. But, as he looked closer he noticed something was wrong. Rey was covered in bruises and her clothes were torn in multiple places. Her hair was matted and blood ran down her face from a deep gash across her forehead. She could barely walk; the storm troopers were more dragging her through the hallway. Kylo froze, not expecting the onslaught of emotions that washed over him. All the hatred that had been growing inside him for the past few weeks vanished. In that moment, as he watched her being roughly pulled into the interrogation room, all he could feel was concern for her safety, anger towards whoever had hurt her, and a deep longing to go to her side.
As he stood there trying to regain his composure an officer approached him. "The girl is ready for you, sir" The solider stood at attention, awaiting his orders. Kylo managed to pull himself together enough to respond. "Very well. Put a guard on her door, no one is to go in but me. I will deal with her shortly." With that he rounded quickly and strode away.
Hurrying back to his room, he sealed the door and tried to figure out what was going on. He couldn't understand it, all this time he had been so sure of his feelings. So positive in everything he believed. But all that had been shattered the moment he had laid eyes on Rey's broken and bruised body. He closed his eyes trying to clear his mind, but his thoughts kept going back to her. As he sat in the quiet room he was slowly aware of other emotions and feelings mixing with his own. He was confused at first, but realized it must be the force connection he and Rey shared. However, this particular bond felt stronger than the previous ones. Hesitating for only a moment, he dropped his barriers and immediately felt their minds join more fully than ever before. He nearly doubled over as a wave of pain swept over his body. Only momentarily caught off guard, Kylo quickly became aware he was feeling a reflection of the pain from Rey's injuries. He was not surprised about the dull ache in his temple where he'd noted the gash on her head earlier. What he was not expecting was the sharp, stabbing pain radiating from his left side. He heart dropped again as he realized she must have broken ribs. The slight wave of drowsiness that hit him indicated Rey was barely staying conscious. Realizing she wouldn't have the strength to keep up her normal mental barriers, he focused his thoughts and started searching through her memories until he found the moment just preceding her capture.