Chapter 10 – Trump Trumps the Strump

"Out of my way!" Snoke yelled dramatically as he pushed through a group of unsuspecting Stormtroopers. Trump was limping at his side and struggling to keep up. They were headed directly for the medical bay. The dark walls rushed passed them as they reached the soft white walls and clear glass panes that made up the medical bay. Stormtroopers, like robots, jolted and stood up to attention when Snoke barged in. "Medical droid. Help with my apprentice's leg and see to my arm," He announced. The Stormtroopers that had noticed Snoke attempted to silently leave the wing. They knew of his power and how prone to outbursts he was.

The closest droid left a patient's side and rolled over to the couple. He looked over them and took note of their injuries.

"Please each take a seat on one of the free beds and we will see to you shortly," He spoke in a monotone mechanical voice. Snoke grunted and marched over to one of the beds while Trump limped to the closest bed to Snoke. The Supreme Leader sighed as he examined his arm which was now bleeding heavily. He winced as he brought his finger down to touch the wound. Snoke noticed that Trump looked quite photogenic whilst perched on a bed. The way his hair was positioned reminded him of the rats with bushy tails that used to climb up the trees in his garden when he was a child.

His moment of nostalgia was broken by the sound of Kylo entering the medical bay causing even more Stormtroopers to leave. Rey trotted in behind him and pointed Kylo over to where the couple were sat.

"Supreme Leader, what happened? Were you attacked?" Kylo sounded panicked and paid little attention to Trump's blood which was leaving a puddle on the floor.

"It's just a scratch, nothing to worry about. A cave dwelling beast attacked us," Snoke replied and he lowered his head. "Besides, it's Trump we should be worrying about," Snoke gestured to Trump but Kylo showed zero interest in the man and continued addressing Snoke.

"Were you successful in your venture? To get a crystal for your apprentice's lightsaber?" Kylo continued.

"Quite successful. I am expecting Trump to finish crafting his lightsaber in a few days," Snoke finished as a medical droid rushed passed Rey and Kylo. It began working on Snoke's arm but Snoke pushed it away. "Not me. Fix Trump first," He ordered and the medical droid obeyed moving over to Trump. Donald shuddered and his usual vibrant orange skin had faded to a ghostly white. He felt the bed calling to him and a wave of darkness rushed over his eyes. He fainted backwards into the bed. Snoke screaming 'Trump' was the last thing he heard.

He awoke to what seemed to be a few hours later to the shape of a grey oval hovering above him. As his eyes cleared the shape grew more detailed and the ridges of the shape formed the ridges of Snoke's many battle scars.

"Snoke?" Trump wheezed out, his voice barely a whisper.

"I'm here," Snoke replied with more compassion than usual. He felt Snoke's wrinkled fingers caress his face gently. Kylo, once again, cut their romantic moment short after clearing his throat awkwardly. Trump propped himself up with the help of Snoke and noticed that he had been moved to a private room, his leg had been bandaged and Kylo and Rey were stood on the opposite side of the room.

"What happened?" Donald asked; he was still feeling dazed.

"You fainted due to the bleeding. You lost so much blood… I was scared I was going to lose you," Snoke's voice quivered and for the first time Trump saw what appeared to be tears form in his big glassy eyes.

"Supreme Leader for forces sake," Kylo complained and Snoke whipped round to face him.

"Leave us boy your presence is not needed nor wanted," He hissed at him. Kylo buckled at the sudden voice raise but decided it was best to leave them.

"Come Rey, we should get back to training," Kylo spoke quietly as he left the room and Rey trailed behind. Snoke turned back to face Trump who's face had started to return to its usual colour.

"Are you feeling alright?" Snoke's tears had vanished and his face had hardened but he still spoke with compassion. Donald Trump nodded and adjusted his suit.

"I feel much better now," He answered and Snoke's face lit up.

"Great, after you make a full recovery we must start on the construction of your lightsaber," Snoke began.

"I've been meaning to ask you but we need to talk," Trump changed the topic back to them and Snoke's excitement faded slightly.

"What is it?" He begged for Trump to continue. Trump began to speak but stuttered. He composed himself before continuing.

"I'm married Snoke, I have children. I don't know if I could leave them for you," Trump explained. Snoke's knees buckled and he had to grasp the wall.

"You're already in a relationship?" Snoke's face had faded from his usual grey to a white. The water in a nearby glass shuddered and the atmosphere felt denser. The force was drawing in around them.

"I love you Snoke but I love them too," Trump trailed off and hung his head. Snoke's hands slid down the wall as he collapsed on to the floor.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" The tears that had vanished before were back and cascading down Snoke's face.

"Being with you made me forget… I'm so in love but I just remembered them now and I don't know if I'm ready to leave them to be with you," Trump struggled to get his words across. Snoke pushed his feet off the floor and stood to his full height.

"You're obviously still recovering from your wound," He muttered, refusing to meet his gaze. "I shall return when you're feeling better," Snoke turned to a nearby droid and whispered to him. "He needs more medication," Snoke took one final look at Trump before leaving the private room.

His cape billowed behind him as he stormed out of the medical bay. He was stopped in his tracks when Rey stepped out in front of him. Kylo was leaning against the wall near her.

"How's Trump? Is he feeling better?" Light radiated off her even though she had filled her life with so much darkness. Snoke looked away and growled.

"Leave me alone girl and stay away from Trump. He isn't himself," Snoke replied with his words basking in anger. Rey looked taken aback by his sudden attitude shift.

"Oh," she answered and stepped aside to let him pass. Seeing Rey happy with Kylo only seemed to infuriate Snoke more but he bottled in his emotion and swallowed it down. Kylo had already made a point that he didn't approve of him and Trump, perhaps he was right. Snoke pushed away the thought. To him Trump was still foggy after his faint. He didn't even know what he was saying.