Jyn's ascent into full wakefulness is slower than usual. She is first aware of the pounding in her head, a distant, throbbing pressure that usually happens when she is dehydrated or in the presence of a strong odor too long. A stifling weight pins her on her back, and she is very warm; a blanket she surmises.
She knows there is pain, but it's hard to pinpoint where just yet. Her senses are foggy. Some distant part of her can tell she is on her back, too comfortable to be anywhere but a bed, too warm to be in danger. One thing at a time; her eyelids feel heavy. She wiggles her toes, relieved to feel them twitch obediently. It's likely her spine has come through unscathed.
Next her hands. Jyn focuses on the right and tries to flex it, but there's no response. A distant beeping speeds up. She tries again and is shocked to feel something squeeze back. Her brain starts firing; she couldn't close it because she was holding something, and that something was holding on to her in return. The momentary fear has got her heart pumping and she has enough adrenaline to open her eyes. The room is mercifully dim, because, she realizes, she is in the blurry shadow of a person standing over her.
"You're awake." He sounds relieved.
"Bohdi?" It's hard to speak, her tongue dry as Tattooine.
There's a straw at her lips, "sorry, sorry, here, drink." She's in a medical bay of some kind. She is alive, she is safe and the plans…the plans!
"Bohdi, did we-"
"No one is sure. Princess Leia had the plans, but she's gone missing. They tell me that no news is good news."
A droid she has just noticed moves quietly out of the room. Bohdi grimaces at the unspoken question. "It's gone to fetch someone from Command. They insisted they be notified when you regained consciousness." He scratches anxiously behind his ear. " Apparently our first act as members of the rebellion being mutiny didn't sit well with certain folks." Jyn snorts in laughter, more sincere for its inappropriateness, for the sharp sting in her aching side, and smiles back when he grins sheepishly.
"In my defense, I thought it would be my last act as well. If I'd known they had any hope of exacting consequences I'd be halfway across the galaxy by now," she assures breezily, but Bohdi just slouches back into a chair.
"You're telling me," he mumbles into his hands. She can't help but smile at this. Disobedience has been bred into her, has been her Plan A for years now. The young man must be terrified; he has committed more treason in the last week than he has probably ever imagined in the rest of his life.
A medic leans in the door, and seeing her awake, eases forward, plucking a chart from the end of the bed and studying the seemingly random numbers on machinery sitting nearby.
"Don't mind me," he assures dismissively, "just checking your vitals." He gives her a perfunctory smile, scribbling a few lines onto the page.
"Bohdi….how long have I been out?"
"We got back 4 days ago. You've woken up before, actually. You were just never this coherent."
Bohdi leans back, and rests his crossed ankles on her bedside, the picture of exhaustion. "Almost no one from the first wave made it." He says frankly, tone flat. "When you and Cassian sent the plans, General Raddus received them, but his ship was attacked by Darth Vader. The last transmission the Rebels got about it, Princess Leia and her ship were on the run. They went missing in the Tatoo System. "
Jyn nods, "I think no news is good news then, I expect the Empire would be happy to share if- what are you doing?"
The medic recoils a bit on his way to her elbow. "I was just double-checking the fluids drip. I need to increase the volume so you don't get dehydrated."
The door swings open, and Jyn feels the rush of loathing before she fully registers who is standing in the entryway. Bohdi snaps straight. "General Draven."
The medic looks up and frowns. "If you'll excuse me." He's out the door in a blink, chart forgotten on an extra chair.
"Pilot Rook. Good to see you up on your feet." His eyes swing in Jyn's direction and she feels quite suddenly vulnerable, laid out in this bed, obviously still weak. Jyn tries to pull herself upright, and Bohdi is there immediately. "Let me help you," he says a little too loudly, helping her upright by her shoulders. He leans close to her ear under the guise of adjusting the pillows behind her. "Take it easy. They've been sedating you, it's probably still in your system."
"Thank you." Jyn doesn't bother throwing her voice. Draven has been watching her face the entire time, and she is certainly a better actor than Bohdi. The general has all the power, and she waits for him to set the tone of conversation.
"Miss Erso, we are very fortunate to be seeing you again. You were both in a bad way when one of the transports snatched you off the beach."
Jyn's eyebrows pinch together and she turns to Rook. "You weren't on the beach, you…" her eyes dart back and a hard lump squeezes her throat. "Did…..did he…make it?"
Draven's smile is surprisingly kind. "Captain Andor has been on his feet and working light duty for days. In fact I'd wager he won't be far behind-" he stops abruptly and looks up when the man himself swings into the doorway.
Cassian's eyes are wide, and his mouth hangs open. He stares right into her eyes with an unguarded intensity for a moment and Jyn hardly breathes. It is so good to see him alive, so unspeakably comforting and she can hardly stand it. Then his head swings to Bohdi, then around again to Draven, who is smirking at him knowingly. Cassian's jaw snaps closed, his arms drop to his side, and his heels come together with an audible click. "I heard that she was awake and with…as her handler… considering, well…" he flounders.
Jyn would be more offended by the use of the word 'handler', except that he keeps being so charmingly flustered and alive, and well, it's not exactly inaccurate.
"Of course." Draven assures patiently, although it's anyone's guess what he's agreeing to, Cassian's jaw still working up and down as he looks for the right defense. " You are already familiar with what I've come here to tell these two, correct? " He doesn't wait for an answer. "I expect you will fill them in for me. " He nods politely and gently turns Cassian's shoulder to pass through the doorway and away.
It's quiet for a long moment. "Fill us in on what?" Bohdi asks.
Cassian takes a moment to collect himself, to jumble together a plan. Better to establish the basics first, to warm up the tone of things before launching into business. "How are you doling?" Bohdi is standing on Jyn's right, so he steps up on the left side of the bed.
She smiles at him and a knot in his chest loosens. "I'm fine. Sore, but I think that's just from laying here so long. I'm sure they'll let me go when they see it's nothing serious." She's very wrong, of course. Cassian had seen the truth, the terrifying aftermath of Jyn bleeding from her lips, eyes and nose, burns and cuts and scrapes and the deep puncture wound in her side from wayward debris as they raced ahead of the blast front, the cratered blaster wound in her shoulder, a mess of red and black. The 80 minutes to medical support had aged him 80 years, lain out across the transport floor, gasping for breath and gripping her cold fingers in his hand. Epistaxis, the medic had told him. It was a nosebleed so severe that it backed up into her eyes. He'd been certain she had died at least twice.
"I'm sure you'll be up any time now," he murmurs agreeably, taking her hand. No need to burden her with the realities. "How about you? How are you feeling?" He meets Rook's eye across the bed.
"Annoyed," he quips. "Fill us in on what, Cassian?"
Cassian has been in intelligence since the tender age of 12, and he knows how to keep his face perfectly flat, lips pulled downward in a perpetual frown. "On our assignment. Once Jyn is discharged, we'll be going off planet to visit the planet Fest. We received some intelligence about new manufacturing operations there, and we'll be meeting with a contact there to find out the implications."
Bohdi is shaking his head no before Cassian gets through his explanation. "No way. That place is crawling with storm troopers, I've made deliveries there. And Jyn is in no condition, you saw it for yourse-"
"I'm fine." Jyn interrupts. " Where's the droid? He can discharge me right?" Bohdi isn't done.
"What about our mutiny? Aren't they worried we'll go off script again? And besides, we haven't had time to process everything that happened on Scarif! Or Alderaan! We have -"
"Bohdi!" Cassian grinds out.
"What happened on Alderaan?" Jyn interrupts again.
"Nothing." Cassian insists. "We'll talk about it more when you are free to go. You just focus on being fully recovered. You had me scared…" he trails off, and his frown lines are more pronounced than usual.
"I'm fine." She assures again, softer. He lifts his hand out of hers gently.
"I'll go talk to the medic team about when you can be discharged." Halfway to the door, he turns around and walks up to Bohdi, pressing something into his hand. "Just in case."
Bohdi tries to hand it back "I already have one, we talked about this. I've-"
"I know." His head tilts in Jyn's direction. "It's for her, if…"
"Then why not just give it to her?"
"I'm right here, you know." Jyn huffs irritably.
Cassian smiles for the first time since he came in, ruefully, "Because of who she is as a person, let's not give her my blaster just yet," and rolls his eyes conspiratorily at Bohdi as if this should be obvious. He's out the door before she can come to her own defense.
"What in the hell does THAT mean?" she demands, but Bohdi is grinning rather smugly at her.
"It means he trusts me with 2 blasters before he trusts you with one." His tone is arch, checking his nails in feigned boredom.
Her hand twitches instinctively, ready to take a swing, and she tries not to admit that Cassian may have a point… but the interaction is still strange. There's been a few strange points in this conversation already, odd sticking points. It's like there's another language in the subtext; blasters, "just in case," and the lack of punishment, and Alderaan…
"In case of what?" She asks quietly. The smile drops off Bohdi's face. He nods and all the weariness comes rushing back to his face. She can see now the stoop of his shoulders, the dark smudges under his eyes.
"We should talk about that, actually." He drops into a seat again, and Jyn twists herself a little more upright.
Bohdi leans forward and begins to explain what she has missed in this last week.