Finn was sitting in one of those big chairs in the medical ward, face in his hands. It had been about half an hour since they took Rey after she passed out.

This is taking too long, Finn thought. Then again, he didn't really know how long it was supposed to take. He knew something was wrong with his best friend, but he didn't know what, and he really wanted to just see her, to make sure that she was alright.

He recalled the past hour in his head over and over. It was all a blur now, but one remaining image was clear. He could see Rey laying on the floor of his room, the chair resting on her definitely sprained ankle.

"Oh, Rey," he whispered, shoving his face even deeper into his palms. How he wished he could have helped. He attempted to move the giant chair that sat on her ankle, but with his injury, he proved to be incapable. In his rushing, he ended up pulling the heart monitor cord off of his arm, which he hadn't told the nurses yet.

But Finn couldn't get that image of Rey out of his head. It plagued him. It was all he saw when ever he closed his eyes. Burned into his brain. Into his eyes.

He heard footsteps, and turned his head in that direction. There was Poe, followed by BB-8, looking frantic and running towards Finn.

"Finn?" He yelled. "What happened?" He looked horrified. BB-8 beeped a series of blips, but Finn couldn't make him out. He didn't speak droid-speak.

Finn looked to Poe, who had managed to scrounge up another chair and was hauling it over beside Finn's. He sat down beside him and looked him in the eye.

"What happened to Rey?" Poe asked gently. BB-8 cocked his head quizzically. Finn sighed and began to explain what went on.

"I- I don't know," Finn began. "She was fine when she came in, we hugged, we talked, and she was fine." But then he remembered her face, her hands- how pale they were, how sunken her eyes were.

"She acted fine. She looked terrible," he added. "Her skin was pale, her eyes," he stopped. "Her eyes- were- were different," he couldn't think of the word.

Poe had an idea of what it may have been, but he didn't want to trouble Finn with more to worry about. Instead, he just patted his friends shoulder.

"She'll be alright, buddy," he assured Finn. But Finn wasn't convinced. He wrung his hands together nervously.

"But what if she's not?" Finn said, daring to ask the question he'd been hoping to avoid. A long silence lasted between the two men and one droid.

"We'll... adjust," Poe said assuringly, breaking the silence.

Finn pushed his head back into his shaking hands. "We just got her back," he said, looking back up at Poe with tears in his eyes. "I just got her back."

"I know man," Poe said knowingly, "I know."

Poe understood where Finn was coming from. He had one the ought he same thing. With Finn. He had been unconscious for 5 days, two of which Rey was gone for, so he had no one to talk about it with. But when Finn finally woke up, he was more than elated. They had a lot of catching up to do, and Poe wasted no time, even if it bored Finn. He didn't care though, he just wanted to get to know the ex-stormtrooper as a human- as a friend- and not as the trained-from-birth killing machine that some of the other pilots and officers saw him as.

Though, Poe didn't feel the need at the moment to start a conversation. Instead, he and Finn just sat there outside Rey's room, impatiently awaiting news of her condition.

Kyo Ren lay awake in his hospital room, sitting in his unclean, sweat stained, baggy hospital shirt and pants and lamenting over his matted, greasy hair. He was unable to slow his thoughts. It had been plaguing him since he'd done it.

I killed my father, he kept saying in his head over and over again.

That thought was what kept him awake at night, what caused a chain of events that led to him not being able to look in a mirror without seeing half of his body all bandaged up. He couldn't look at his face without seeing the large wound that was healing into a nice scar. It extended from his cheek up to his brow line, and was very noticeable.

He didn't regret it. Killing Han Solo. He considered it one of the best decisions he'd ever made. As Han fell down into that abyss, Kylo Ren's heart was lifted of this insane weight that was his shattered childhood. The only regret he had about it was the pain it caused his mother. But he would never hurt her. Could never hurt her.

So he thought.

He could feel it every time he closed his eyes. Though his mother never practiced in the ways of the Force, he could feel Leia calling out to him. Come home, please Ben, come home. I miss you.

Every time, he would say back I'm sorry mother, I can't. And it broke her heart. It felt like a blaster bolt to the heart, only it hurt more. Leia never let it show, though. She carried on with her normal, everyday life.

But Kylo was confined to his cell-like room. His only visiter: General Hux. Occasionally, Captain Phasma, and the doctors and nurses who were treating him would show up, but they knew for the most part to steer clear of his room.

Kylo was deep in a trance when General Hux stormed in, his trench coat dramatically swaying to and fro behind him as he walked. Kylo Ren managed a scowl, which Hux gladly returned. Hux stopped at the foot of Kylo's bed. He reached down and grabbed the data pad that was hanging on the base board.

"What do you think your doing?" Kylo growled. He would have lashed out at the General, but he was immobile for the time being.

"Supreme Leader Snoke wants to see you," Hux snarled, not looking up from the data pad. "I'm checking on your condition. He wants to talk to you as soon as possible."

Kylo Ren had been waiting for news from Snoke, and finally, finally, he wanted to meet with him. He would have smiled, but his face hurt too much.

"I'll go now," Kylo began, before he was interrupted by Hux.

"No," Hux started, stabbing the data pad with his finger. "Says here that you're too weak, still." He looked up at Kylo Ren. "Have you so much as gotten out of bed at all in the past day?" Hux questioned viciously.

"Why does it matter to you?" Kylo retorted.

"Snoke doesn't want the doctors to have to wheel you in," Hux snapped.

"I'm fine," Kylo exclaimed. Trying to prove it, he slowly pulled his body up. It hurt to move. Every bone in his body ached and creaked. He groaned as he slowly shifted himself and sat up straight. And ever so slowly, he turned himself until his legs draped over the side of his bed. The blankets fell over his legs and onto the floor, revealing a large, dried patch of blood on the left side of his dressing shirt that had leaked through the bandages. Right where he'd been shot by Chewbacca's bowcaster.

"That's enough," General Hux began, puting his hand out in front of Kylo Ren and impatiently tapping his foot, causing his boots to irritatingly click on the floor. Kylo was ever so annoyed with the General. How dare he stick his hand out at me.

This time, Kylo did lash out, grabbing Hux's hand and twisting it hard and fast at an odd, unnatural angle. Kylo Ren smiled evily. His fingers popped and cracked, but, surprisingly, Hux didn't crack. A slight wince was all he showed, maintaining his harsh demeanour.

Though unsatisfied, Kylo Ren let go of General Hux's hand and flung his own down onto his bed. With all of his might, he started to push himself off of his bed to a standing position. He grimaced and moaned as he put weight on his weary muscles. The blood rushed from his head, and he almost felt like he was going to be sick. His legs shivered and quivered in agony. He somehow pulled it off, though, and he stood up, straight and tall, before General Hux. But Hux wasn't having it.

"Sit back down, Ren!" He sputtered, his tone dripping with anger. "Enough of this foolishness." If you were to walk by, you'd think it was an adult chastising a child.

Though he was not a child, Kylo Ren plunked himself back down into his bed like one, sporting a pouting face. If it weren't for the giant scar carelessly caressing his face, he would have looked like one, too. He sighed long and hard.

"Supreme Leader didn't expect you to be healthy enough already," Hux continued, scowling. "He may need to talk to you, but in due time. I will not let him be disappointed with your current state, if he were to see you now."

"I'll be fine," Kylo assured, rolling his eyes and frowning.

"You better be," Hux stated. "Snoke is getting impatient. Will you be able to get up and start walking again or must I get you a physical trainer?" He teased with a sly smile.

Kylo Ren didn't reply, instead he gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes. He gestured toward the door.

"The exit's over there," he said rudely. Not that he cared. He just wanted Hux gone.

Hux held his face up high and turned the other cheek. He set the data pad back on the base board of Kylo's bed and headed towards the exit, heels clicking and trench coat billowing.

"They found Luke Skywalker," Hux added as he made his way through the doorway, not bothering to turn around to look at Kylo Ren's wide-eyed, astonished expression.

"Finn, wake up," Finn heard a voice say. It sounded far off. "Finn!"

Finn shot up from his short sleep to find Poe standing at the foot of his hospital bed.

"What is it?" Finn asked hurriedly. "Is she awake?" He asked, referring to Rey, who was still unconscious, for all he knew.

"No, no she's not," Poe began. "But they finally know what's wrong with her, and they're letting people in to see her."

Finn sighed, half in relief, half in disappointment. He would have been still sitting in that chair outside of her room, but the nurses made him return to his own room because he was still recovering. Finn made Poe promise that he would come and wake him up as soon as she got news of Rey.

"Let's go, right now," Finn demanded. He started to get out of bed.

"Wait a minute," Poe said, gently pushing Finn back down on his bed. "She's still unconscious, are you sure you want to see her?"

The look on Finn's face was indescribable. It was a mix of disgust and complete and utter rage. He grabbed Poe's arm and squeezed it tight. He looked so menacing that it looked like he was staring into the pilot's soul.

"Are you really going to ask that question, sky pilot?" He growled. "I've been waiting for her to get back for a while, and she finally did, but now she's gone again. I'm going to see her now!"

Poe sheepishly pulled away from Finn, nodding his head, a little scared. "Yeah, of course. Let's go," he said quickly and nervously, not wanting to make Finn even angrier.

Finn pulled himself out of his bed, groaning slightly. He blinked the sleep away from his eyes and glanced at the clock that sat at his bedside. It was early, but he didn't care one bit. He knew there would be time for much-needed sleep later.

Using Poe's arm for support, Finn shuffled his way down the hall, avoiding the eyes of the nurses. Rey was all he thought. He went through every possible scenario in his head. Would she be asleep for days? Would she somehow be awake when they walked in? Would she turn out brain dead? Unable to walk? Talk? Breath on her own?

Finn knew that he was going to the extremes. He knew that Rey wouldn't be brain dead, or unable walk and talk, but he was nervous. His brain went to every scenario it felt like, regardless of what Finn wanted to think.

He was so focused on her that he almost passed her door. He even missed BB-8 waiting patiently by the chair Finn was sitting in. He turned and beeped at Finn.

Finn shot around, startled out of the depths of his own thoughts by the robot. Poe looked at him piteously.

"You alright?" He asked Finn.

Finn sighed and looked at the floor. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Poe smiled warmly, putting a hand on Finn's shoulder. "She'll be fine," be began. "I promise."

Finn looked up at Poe. He smiled disheartenedly.

"Do you want me to go first?" Poe asked.

"No," Finn started. "No, I'll be fine. U-unless you want go first," he said.

"After you." Poe said. "You've been waiting for her for a while, and I don't think anyone's been looking forward to seeing her more than you!" He finished with a laugh.

Finn nervously chuckled back. Slowly, he shuffled towards the medical ward door, and he pushed it open.

The lights were blindingly bright inside. A nurse quickly flitted around a bed, where a comatose Rey lay silently, her eyes glued shut. There were tubes going every which way, some attached to her wrists, a feeding tube threaded through her nose, and one taped to her chest underneath the medical gown that she was wearing. A few monitors quietly beeped in sync beside her bed. Some colour had returned to her skin, but she was still quite pale, her eyes were still sunken, yet she looked so peaceful. Her ankle was wrapped in bandages. Her chest heaved up and down, letting out deep, shallow breaths.

Finn was overcome with emotions, and he fell to his knees beside her bed. He put his hands on the side of her bed and layed his head on them, tears welling in his eyes. He examined her state, up to her sunken, pallor face, her feeding tube, down to the IV on her wrist, down to the bandages on her ankle.

"She's going to be ok," the nurse stated from across the room.

Finn nodded, took a deep breath and asked the nurse a question he'd been waiting to get answers to.

"What happened to her?" He asked, wiping his eyes with his hands. Did he really want the answer?

Yes, he did.

"A combination of dehydration, starvation and exhaustion caused her to go into shock," the nurse stated practically but calmly. She looked empathetically at Finn, who was wiping his eyes of new tears that were forming. "She also has a sprained ankle, just like you said," she confirmed.

"I'll leave you alone," Poe said from the doorway. Finn had forgotten hat Poe was there, and didn't mind him leaving. He wanted to be with Rey for the to being. Quietly, not wanting to make a big fuss, Poe left the room, followed by BB-8 at his feet.

"The dramatic change of climate might have also had something to do with it," the nurse added. "To be taken off of Jakku so suddenly and to be put in extreme conditions with different life forms, diseases, plants, weather, time zones- and not be properly adjusted or introduced- those alone could be enough to make her sick."

"But combined with the exhaustion, starvation and dehydration?" Finn asked, voice shaking. He knew starvation and dehydration were bad on their own, but combined with exhaustion and being shunted from Jakku so suddenly couldn't have been healthy- mentally or physically.

"All of those factors, plus the adrenaline, all combined?" The nurse began. "Those would cause the body to go into shock."

Finn whimpered a little bit, a tear making its way down his cheek. He felt so bad. This might not have happened if she had just been checked over when they got back from Starkiller Base. But instead, stubborn as she was, Rey refused help. Finn pounded his fist on his knee angrily. The nurse tried to calm him down.

"Your friend is going to be fine," she assured him. But Finn was undeterred.

"I could have stopped this," he stated. But really, he couldn't have. He was unconscious when they returned to the base after the ordeal with Kylo Ren, and remained unconscious until she was gone, out of the care if the Resistance. There wasn't anything he could have done about it.

"This wasn't your fault," the nurse soothed. "Actually, your quick thinking might have saved her."

"'Quick thinking'?" Finn questioned, looking over at the nurse.

"Yes," she began with a smile. "When she collapsed, your first instinct was to call for help. There were doctors and nurses there in seconds, right?"

Finn nodded.

"Well," she continued. "Without the immediate medical attention she received, her body might have started to shut down."

Finn closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about that.

"Imagine if she had been alone," the nurse stated. "She might not have been found for hours. It was a good thing she was with you, and a good thing you have fast thinking."

The nurse made Finn feel a little better, but he was still processing all of this. He was just happy that she was okay, that she would be alright.

The nurse headed towards the door. "I'll leave you two alone," she said, and left the room.

Finn took in the set up of the room. Her bed was stationed in the middle, with the few machines on either side. A bedside table sat opposite the side to Finn. It was the same size as Finn's room, just set up differently.

Rey's room was very quiet, aside from the beeping of the machines and Rey's steady yet shallow breathing. Finn found it soothing. He was used to the beeping of machines, and was used to falling asleep to their emotionless tones. He found a chair and pulled it over to her bedside, and leaned back, making himself comfortable.

It was then that he decided that he wouldn't leave until she woke up.