The pain was blinding. The black spots that danced across Annika's eyes made it hard to staunch the blood flowing from her side. Her left arm, broken at the forearm, added cobwebs and mist to her brain. The adrenaline from the shock no longer pumped through her body, much to her chagrin, and the jacket she had tied around her abdomen was already soaked.
Blood dripped onto the stainless steel floor of her cell; Annika shivered.
I'm so cold. It's so cold here, why? I'm going to die in the cold.
The mist in her brain grew thicker, her eyelids drooped, and finally her body decided that it was expending too much effort on keeping her eyes open. It had to preserve energy wherever it the door to her cell whooshed open, Annika was no longer conscious.
Kylo Ren, already treated for his graver wounds but still weak and in pain, looked upon the woman slumped on the floor in a pool of blood.
"Take her to medical." He told the Lieutenant.
"Sir, this ship is not fully equipped, I remind you that our medical resources are limited. Perhaps it might be wise to preserve them." The girl seemed too far-gone in the Lieutenant's opinion.
"How dare you question my orders!" His anger lacked his usual physical strength, but was still daunting.
"No, sir, I simply thought—"
"Do not question me! Take her, now!"
"Yes, right away, sir."
Kylo Ren did not wait any longer. He knew his orders would be followed and he knew he needed to rest. Rey had been more powerful than he expected and his wounds were more draining than he let on. It would be days before he would be able to carry out Snoke's orders, and he would have to wait for Annika to regain some of her strength, but he had succeeded in bringing her to the First Order's clutches. And for now, that would do.
Across the galaxy, General Organa willed the Force to keep her daughter alive, no matter where she might be.