Rey rested her forehead against the closed toilet lid with a grimace, feeling her stomach twisting and turning inside her. She hated this, she absolutely hated this.
"Don't worry, peanut," Finn rubbed her back gently. "Poe is already calling the city health department about the restaurant and Ben is getting you home."
She groaned in annoyance anyway. Whose stupid idea it was to go to a new place after their previous shift?
Oh, yeah. Rey's.
"Why didn't we go to Maz'?" she moaned, bending over the toilet again. "Finn!"
Her friend only continued to rub her back, and they turned around when Ben stepped into the bathroom.
"Luke said you're good to go," he told them. "Finn, you can go. Phasma needs a second opinion in an x-ray from a fractured leg before your next appointment."
He gave Rey's hair a bit of a pat before standing up, and Ben sat on the floor – already dressed like a normal civilian – and pulled her hair from over her face.
"I told you that place was shady," he pointed out, not in an accusatory tone, but gently while using a handkerchief to clean the sweat away from her temples.
"Don't be a nag," she whined. "I'm sick."
Ben chuckled.
"And you would still be working if you could, if I know you well," he joked. "Come on. Let's go home."
He offered her his arms, which Rey took without a complaint, and about 15 minutes later she was already falling face down onto her bed, with Ben leaving her behind for a couple of minutes before returning.
"Here's water," he placed a big bottle on the side of her bed and lowered himself with a big bucket, leaving it at the bed's foot. "And here's something for you in case the bathroom is too far."
Rey just groaned. She wasn't invalid. She was just sick.
She fell asleep easily, however, comforted by the fact that Ben was putting an effort into taking care of her, and woke up with a surprised look on her face when she realised he'd already been back from grocery shopping, and was silently placing two bottles of coconut water with the normal water, and was holding a thermometer in his freakishly giant hands.
"Open up," Ben muttered, pointing at her mouth.
She was still sleepy when complying, but he didn't seem to care, sitting down by her side and pushing her hair out of her face.
"Did you vomit when I was out?"
Rey shook her head, and raised her eyes when she heard the sound of a kettle.
"I'll be back in a minute," he promised. "Don't move."
Rey laid quietly in her spot, trying not to relax onto the bed and fall asleep again. When he came back, he was holding a fuming mug, and placed it aside before taking the thermometer from her mouth and checking for the results.
"You don't have any fever," he declared. "Which is great."
She just nodded, and Ben reached for the mug, delicately offering it to her.
"Here," he twisted it, so she could secure it with her dominant hand. "Peppermint tea. My mother made it for me when I was sick. It helped."
Rey sat up and sipped on it slowly.
"You're too sweet," she muttered.
He chuckled and twisted his hand on his lap.
"Keep telling yourself that," he rubbed her back. "I got everything from your list," he told her. "Even the fancy tampons."
Rey rolled her eyes, but let herself smile a little. What other man would ever be open to buying her tampons?
Only Ben.
He was gorgeous, hot, strong, extremely smart, and considerate. That man had ruined her for any other.
"Thank you," she muttered. "It was nice of you."
"Don't worry about that," he stood up. "I'm gonna bring your stuff. Just drink your tea."
And she needed, but frowned mid-sip, confused for a moment.
Wasn't her period supposed to be, what, over three weeks ago? She was almost a month late.
But when was the last time she even had her period?