Rey was still certain she was going to die when the doctor cleared her to be removed from the wires for a little while so that they could give her a bath.
"It's hard for you to feel good on the inside when you don't feel good on the outside." The medic had explained. "A lot of the medical field is also linked to psychology. A change of scenery would do you some good."
Rey didn't understand a thing she was talking about. Taking a bath during all of this sounded incredibly foolish. She didn't have baths on Jakku. She didn't have real baths in the Resistance-if there was a lake, yes she would go wash in it but she hardly would call it a bath. It seemed like a luxury not worthy of a dead girl walking. If she had the energy to protest, she would have told them to save the water for something more important.
The medic undressed her and it surprised Rey how much she didn't react. It seemed her instincts to shield her body from everything and anything had completely vanished.
"I'm going to take your arm," the medic explained everything she was doing just like she always did, "and I'm going to help you into the tub. Then I'm going to wash your hair. Is that ok?"
Rey gave a slight nod.
The medic did exactly what she said she was going to. Rey liked her even though she hadn't asked her name just yet. She always asked for Rey's permission or explained what was going on with an assuring smile. It lessened her anxiety ever so slightly. She would also do this thing where she would gently hold Rey's hand if she felt like Rey needed it.
It made this a little better.
"Your son's doing really well." The medic assured her as she scrubbed Rey's hair. "As soon as you're feeling up to it, you'll be able to see him if you would like."
"Can I see him after this?"
"I wouldn't recommend it," the medic said, "I want to monitor your condition after this. Make sure your heart and pain levels are under control. Then I would recommend some basic therapy for your breathing and limb movements...you've been lying down for over 30 rotations. Your body isn't used to doing anything excursive."
"Would you be able to just...roll me up in a med chair?"
"If I do a medical exam and nothing comes up and you eat," the medic laid down her terms, "then I'll bring you up to meet your son. Ok?"
Rey gave a slight nod.
…
Kylo had no intention of ever telling Rey that he took one of her books and was reading her notes. She had completely covered the novel in her messy scribbles. Some of it he had to stare at for a while trying to figure out what she meant.
Most of the letters were to her son. Stories of her childhood. Of her hopes and dreams. Of her friends.
His name was usually absent from her letters. It hurt him a bit that his life was so little in hers. But at the same time, it gave him comfort to know that she had a life outside of him.
He was still incredibly jealous.
If he had taken to her idea and wrote letters to their son on the off chance that he died, there would be pages and pages about her. His mind was never far from her. He tried to remember the time in his life before he met her. He had lived 30 years without knowing her but he felt like he had always known her. She just took up some more of his thoughts he couldn't imagine a time when she didn't.
Her words broke him more than he thought they would. Her words were filled with so much fear. He was almost convinced that she was dying as she wrote these words.
'It sounds like something fate would do,' said a particularly painful paragraph to read, 'let me live long enough for me to bare the next line in the Skywalker lineage and then kill me once I have fulfilled my purpose.'
Is that what she thought her destiny was? To continue his bloodline? He knew his destiny-to be by her side. He didn't know what to do after that and he honestly didn't care. If he was by Rey, he had to be on the right path.
But for a moment, she thought her only destiny was to continue his bloodline.
He couldn't wrap his head around that.