Chapter 11: Pain
I try to open my eyes, but the light's too bright. I move my arm to turn the light down and cry out in pain.
"Where am I?" I ask the air.
A medbay. You got pretty banged up, Kaie.
How bad is it?
I don't think you want to know.
I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know.
A couple of broken ribs, your left ankle's sprained, and you broke your right arm.
Any internal damage?
Probably. I'm not going to tell you that.
You wouldn't.
I sigh and force my eyes wide open. The walls are a dreary white color, and whoever painted them didn't do a very neat job. I find myself attached to innumerable wires and machines. How hard did that speeder hit me?
Too hard. Zeke was worried sick about you.
Was?
Is. He's the one who got you here.
Remind me to thank him later.
I eye the machines around me disdainfully.
If not for him, you'd be dead.
I'd be better off dead.
Jeren wouldn't agree with you.
Jeren was… odd.
And a good master.
Yes. But he didn't- couldn't keep me from the Dark Side.
Going to the Dark Side was a choice you made, not one Jeren made for you.
He could've tried a little harder to stay alive.
Maybe he thought he would be of better use to you dead.
How do you mean?
Never mind, Kaie. You'll figure it out someday.
