Okay hears an awful chapter
Ugh it so bad it stank
Kallus shot up from the bed, drenched.
The dreams (or rather memories) he woke up from were quite pleasanter than his current situation and he hated parting from them.
He looked around to assess his surroundings. IV drip, bed with metal handles on the side, the sound of coughing and groans of agony, surrounded by curtains, the smell of over sanitation.
Yes, this was the medical unit.
It was so cold, and yet he was soaking through the hospital gown.
He had no idea what happened. He had been feeling faint in the meeting with Thrawn, Pryce and Lyste. And now he was here.
His body ached, like he had worked out or fought. He tilted his head, popping his neck. A strange feeling radiated from his core, like it had been torn open and sewn back together. He touched the area and it was sensitive despite there being nothing unusual there.
Everything just hurt so much. And even though it was painful to do, he shivered.
He felt tears fall from his face, this was the most off setting. He had no reason to cry, and nothing was in his eye. He wiped them away with the back of his hand. However, they were quickly replaced.
Kallus wanted answers.
He called out. "Nurse."
Nothing.
"Nurse!" He raised his voice.
"Coming!" You heard a young man shout.
The curtain the agent directly face slid to the side.
A tall dark skinned man stepped in, well rather sauntered in.
"It's good to see you're awake 021. You gave the whole unit quite the stir." He smiled.
"Oh really?" Kallus lifted an eyebrow.
"We haven't seen much action in the past few months." The nurse stepped closer to the monitoring machine. He pulled on the wires that were the leads on the agents chest to see with they were secure.
"How do you feel?" He asked, he then noticed the tears that were falling down his face. "Whoa, hey, what's a handsome man like you crying for?" He bent his knees to come to face level with the agent.
Kallus' face went hot and he turned his head, "I'm sore everywhere, and it's so cold. As for the tears... I don't know they won't stop."
The nurse grabbed his own chin. "Hmm, I can help with the pain." He turned around and pulled out a drawer.
In his hand was a small jar, he opened and inserted a needle into. He slowly pulled the plunger, filling the syringe with a milky white substance.
Making his way over to the liquids bag, he injected it and smirked," This should make everything better." He pulled away once more. "As for the temperature I can't do much, except maybe give you a blanket."
"That would be much appreciated." Kallus said quietly.
The man retrieved him said blanket, it hardly seemed to help though. He consistently shivered and sweated.
"Is that better?" He asked.
"No, not really. But thank you." Kallus looked up at the man.
"Aw, you'll feel better in a bit." He hummed and used his thumb to wipe away one of the patients' tears.
But as he was about to complain and smack away the offending hand, a warm feeling hit him. It must've been the medicine.
While tears continued falling on his hospital gown, his shivering ceased and his aches melted away. Soon enough he stopped perspiring so intensely.
He laid back in the bed and let the feeling take a hold of him.
He let a sigh out, but it turned into a chuckle.
"Oh? What's so funny?" The nurse said with a lopsided smile.
"Nothing." The agent could help but snicker. "I just feel really good."
The nurse seemed genuinely happy. "My favorite part of my job."
"Heh. By the way." Kallus started, "What happened to me? I can't seem to recall the events clearly."
"Well what do you remember?" The man asked.
"I was in an important meeting, I wasn't feeling too well. That's it." He spoke nonchalantly.
"Well, you got those parts right. Apparently you fell on the floor, started screaming and had a seizure, after you passed out of course." The nurse spoke as if it were nothing.
This stirred the man on the bed, even in his relaxed state. "A seizure?!"
"Yeah I know, it was a pretty bad one too. Glad you woke up. Do you have a history of seizures?" The nurse asked.
"No, I've never had one before."
"That's strange. Are you currently on any medication?" The nurse began looking at Kallus's record which laid on the counter.
"No, none." Kallus used one of the blankets to dab the wetness from under his eyes.
"Huh." He walked over to an intercom. "021 is ready, send them in."
"What? Who?" Kallus quietly asked, not like he really cared right now, he just wanted to lay back and enjoy his thoughts.
"I think it's Grand Admiral Thrawn, Governor Pryce, and Lieutenant Lyste. Boy do you have an audience coming for you. I'm gonna go ahead and go, I'm sure they would like to be alone with you." The Nurse said smugly.
"Wait. No. They can not see me like this." Kallus blinked the tears away annoyingly. This man was irking him with his nonchalant attitude, even if he was higher than an AT-AT.
"And why is that?" The nurse acted oblivious.
Slowly Kallus slurred out. "IIIIII-I'm all messed up, and I can't stop the tears."
"Ohhh, I see. You're right. They can't be here when you're like this." The nurse walked towards the counter where the open jar still was, needle in his hand. "You clearly still care too much."
He filled the syringe halfway full and crossed the room and stood beside the IV bag.
Kallus realized how weak the medication made him feel, well at least mentally. He would've gave more of a fight verbally or physically but it was too hard to really care. "Don't."
The nurse quickly injected the whitish substance. "Oops, too late."
And just like that, he began sauntering out of the room, just like how he sauntered in.
"I'll tell the lead doctor about your poor performance..." The sentence came to a whisper.
The man turned around as he was about to close the curtains. "Go ahead soldier. My name is Heeto by the way." He winked and closed the curtains.
He sighed. He guessed the Admiral would see him like this. 'Whatever' he thought. 'It doesn't matter anyways.'
The second wave of medicine hit him. It was like he was wrapped in a warm blanket. Much like when he was but a babe. His mother hold him in her lap as they sat by the fire in the middle of their clay abode. A comforting time before this war. Before most of the young children of his home planet were required by the empire to enter training.
He pushed those thoughts away. That was the past. It already happened. He just wanted to focus on now.
Kallus turned on his side and pulled one of the blankets partially over his head, bringing up his knees closer to his chest.
He needed to leave, he knew that. But how? He was only getting worse and he hardly ever got a safe chance to contact the rebellion. He didn't want to end up like 6B5.
Oh B5. How he missed that soul. How they haunted his thoughts constantly. He knew some force-sensitive folk could communicate with the deceased. Kallus truly wondered if he was force-sensitive and was hearing his dear friend. A bitter-sweet thought. He doubted it however.
Even though he saw their dead body he allowed himself to indulge in fantasies that would never happen.
Him and his underling, ridding themselves of their imperial titles and trading them for places in the rebellion. It wouldn't be so awkward to others that they had a friendship since they were now equals. He would make amends with the crew of the Ghost and see Garazeb once again. He would make a difference in the war, whether it be big or small. Maybe one day there would be peace, like when his mother held him. And 6B5 would be there.
Maybe he would find someone. Someone to start a new life together.
But only 6B5 came to mind, hell maybe even Garazeb. But the poor dead bastard wouldn't leave the mans mind. He didn't even learn their real name. It killed him. He was sure it was probably something exotic and interesting. It felt so morbid to even think about them like this, like they could be lovers. They were gone.
Tears fell on his pillow. He didn't feel sad though.
These were his fantasies. He didn't care if it was impossible. He delved deeper.
The two of them would... be together, on his home planet. Next to the lake he used to swim in with the other children in his village. They would tell each other about their childhoods and reminisce about the past. They would hold each other and whenever either of them thought of the awful shit that they've seen.
He would kiss them tenderly.
He heard the curtains open.
Kallus was ripped from his wishful thoughts and turned to lay on his back.
The trio was there. Lyste ran to his side, grabbing the metal handle on the side of the bed and leaned his wait on it.
"Oh my stars, Kallus are you okay?" Lyste said a little too loud for his liking.
"I'm fine."
"A-are you crying?" The lieutenant asked.
"No. Well yes. The tears won't stop. I don't know why." Kallus bit his lip embarrassedly. He wipes once more at his eyes.
"I don't think this was because of something you ate Agent Kallus." Thrawns' velvety voice cut through the air.
"Excuse me, Sir?" He scratched his head not knowing what the Admiral meant.
The Governor stepped forward, "When we asked you why you were not feeling good, you had said 'it was something I ate.'"
"Oh." Kallus ran his hand through his hair. "I really don't know what happened." He confessed.
"Is this about 6B5?" Thrawn asked.
This sobered up the bedridden man quick. He was so blunt about it. Had they figured him out? 'Oh god.'
"N-no, why would you think that? I'm over t-them." He was a terrible liar while medicated.
"It's okay Kallus. It's understandable. You were close to them." Lyste put his hand on the mans shoulder. "I know it really surprised you when you found out they were a dirty rebel spy, you couldn't have helped it."
This was getting a bit sappy. Not that Kallus cared that much. He just knew he was going to regret this happening later, especially with it happening in front of Pryce and Thrawn.
"How did you know?" The agent looked down.
"It was obvious. Ever since the execution, you've slowly declined." The Chiss monotoned.
"But I've done all my assign-"
"What he means is you're not mentally all there. Your work has been great. But you're not you anymore." The younger lieutenant cut him off with a caring pat on his back.
"Right." The woman said briskly. "We have come here to tell you, you will probably have to stay here for a few days until you get better. After that we will discuss what we will do with you."
"What to do with me?!" Kallus's eyes widened.
"Don't worry my friend. It's nothing bad. We are just seeing if you are fit to continue your work here." Lyste reassured him poorly. "You'll be safe."
"We should be leaving. We are fairly busy right now." Thrawn headed towards the open curtains.
"Yes, and don't worry about meetings and such. Lyste will keep you updated everyday." The Governor followed the blue male.
"Okay I will see you tomorrow, ok?" The man patted his back with that and left the room, closing the curtains.
Kallus was stunned by everything that was said. However, the drugs took the heaviness out of the situation and he went back to his daydreaming, soon falling asleep.
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