The next morning she awoke with a sort of giddy glee. She dressed promptly with a skip in her step and excited fluttering in her stomach. It was childish and nonsensical, she knew that, but the thought of seeing him again that day made even scraping her hair up into a tight bun worth it. What a night she had had! She felt as though she was meeting a lover again after an amazing first date. It was silly of course because she, out of the two of them, was the only one who had experienced the encounter but it felt fun to have secrets…and hot 'n sweaty secrets at that.

She'd slept like the dead that night and had woken refreshed and rejuvenated in a way that she hadn't expected. Had it really been so long since she'd given herself some personal attention? She hadn't realised she'd even needed to and now preparing for another day at work she felt as though she could happily heal the whole galaxy- something she hadn't felt in a very long time. Her rest had brought her inspiration too as she'd been able to work out the correct way to host live bacta onto healing strips over her morning cup of caf. The solution had just clicked into place in her brain as she'd taken the first sip, further proving the importance of rest and self-gratification to the workings of the mind.

She strolled now through the medical bay watching the lights flicker on as her movement nudged the sensors. This morning her uniform was as crisp as the untouched sheets of each ward bed. Pausing by the door to her office Aneep found herself nervous about going in. She wanted to see him again so badly, it was all she had thought of as she had got ready and now she was moments away from being face to face with him again. She felt nervous and elated at the same time and somehow this worried her. A sudden and unexpected revelation struck her as her hand hovered over the door controls. She was excited to see him because she knew he would be in there. He would be in there, of course he would, where else could he go? She blinked back the realisation. She would walk in there and he would be waiting for her, and this made her excited because…because she was so lonely. In truth, very very lonely and she'd barely noticed it before. The truth clanged loud in her mind like a blaster dropped on a metal corridor. Looking around her she saw her life reflected back by the empty ward in which she stood. She was the only constant in a sea of empty beds. She had no one. Her parents had died 12 years past, her father taken by a hereditary degenerative affliction and her mother 4 years later to respiratory issues. She missed them terribly, but knew how proud they would be to see her in her immaculate First Order uniform however any and all friendships she had forged in her training in the Corps had had to have been severed the moment she'd joined the Order. Her promotion to the Finalizer had also put paid to any connections she had made in her previous postings in the Order itself. Not that there had been many, the nature of the work she undertook was solitary. She'd never felt isolate before though, not like she felt at that moment with her hand still hovering over the door release. She'd not realised her growing need for the warmth of human comfort until she'd thought of him last night and experience the release of two years' worth of pent up frustration.

She shook her head in surprise. Nothing like a sudden self-discovery before your second cup of caf.

"Still", she thought, "if nothing else comes from this experience then at least I have realised that it is time to make some changes in my life. After all, how can a doctor heal others if they don't take care of their own health and happiness?"

Guilt gnawed now at the back of her mind.

"A doctor huh?" she thought scathingly.

Yes, she was a doctor, but one who had fantasised about a sexual encounter with a patient. A patient, moreover, who was her superior officer, who did not know her and had never directly interacted with her before. She'd used his image for her own pleasure and then was excited to see him trapped in the medical bay again? She felt so ashamed.

"A doctor?"

She hardly deserved the title.

Heart sunk low and thoroughly chastised she let her fingers punch in her personal code and the metal door slid away to reveal the subject of this morning's confused inner turmoil. It took her a little off guard as a sudden brightness ached her eyes as the door slid open. The bacta tank shone like some guiding beacon, it was the only light source in the darkened room. He hung suspended in a shaft of bright light like some angelic herald, his eyes were open and he stared into her. It was like her could look directly into her very being and Aneep felt nervous twinges of fear in the pit of her stomach again.

She knew this was not right, the light of the tank should not be on. The controls were not automatic they were manual so how had they come on? When she walked in here it should have been completely dark so how had this happened? Perhaps more worryingly, when had it happened? Had they been on all night? Had they disturbed him for hours? Was that why he was staring so intensely at her now? If the tank was faulty then that could have some seriously negative consequences for his treatments. She needed to check and make sure that the bacta had not been affected by any faulty equipment. She wanted to walk over to the tank's controls and check the progress of the read-outs but she didn't. She couldn't, she felt pinned to the spot by those dark eyes. Her limbs didn't seem to want to respond to her commands and she was compelled to stand there framed in the doorway with the empty ward behind her staring at him. Staring at all of him. She just couldn't help herself, and though she felt fear she still marvelled at the sight of him. Her imagining last night had not exaggerated the details about his body. He was just as glorious in person, and though her professional guilt attempted to suppress it her body reacted to him in the only way it knew how. She flushed all over in desire as she stared at his magnificent form and felt that deep longing develop between her thighs as it had the night before.

Ren blinked and Aneep felt herself freed from his scrutiny. She bid her feet to move and this time they complied and she rushed into the office proper and made straight for the tank's control panel. The lights in the rest of the room flickered on at her movements. Checking the read-outs quickly it seemed as though the tank was functioning perfectly.

"Sir, I am so sorry about the lights." She garbled out the sentence as she scrambled to look over the programmed settings. "This should not have been an issue. I hope that it has not disturbed you?"

She looked up at Ren who shook his head. Evidently it had not disturbed him at all.

Being so close to him now made her pulse quicken in both desire and nervousness. Looking up at his muscled torso made her body long to touch him and so she tried to distract herself with assessing the severity of his wounds.

The side blaster impact was all but gone but the lightsaber burns still looked open and angry. The single stab on his left shoulder seemed further along than the face and neck injury. Assessing him now she considered that she might have to prescribe delicate reconstructive treatments once the bacta had been allowed to work its magic. Her adept handiwork would minimise the scarring more than any other medical office in the galaxy could- both human and droid included. She took pride in that thought.

"There are no safer hands than my own for him." She thought. She would see it done to the best of her considerable ability as she would for any patient of course, but it would be especially for him. She'd make certain for him.

Uncertain though at how long she had been stood assessing his almost naked body she felt obliged to explain the healing progress to him so as to not come across as voyeuristic and unprofessional.

She explained to him the progress of his healing and the addition of the healing strips once he was free of the bacta. She explained how it would be necessary to keep him submerged for as long as possible to aid the process and diminish the scarring. She broke the news to him that some of the scars would be permanent even after the strips and reconstructive treatments had been administered. She even explained the nerve damage and the lingering pain that may plague him once the wounds had fully healed. The whole time those dark eyes bore into her own as she spoke.

It truly was as though she had opened a singularity in the heart of her office as she felt as though she was being sucked into his dark depths along with all the air and light in the room. She paused awkwardly not knowing what else to add. There really was no reason for her to stay here stood before him like some worshipper at the altar of Ren. She should go to her desk and update his medical records and then start preparing the bacta cell hosts for the next stage of the treatment. Instead she still stood before him, looking up at him in awe.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable Sir?"

The question seemed to come from nowhere and her voice sounded raspy and dry. Ren's expression changed. Despite the breathing mask Aneep could still see the quirk of his eyes and mouth. She'd amused him.

"He's laughing at me." She thought sullenly and bristled at the insult. Her stare grew colder, her blue eyes turning icy at the perceived slight.

Ren's hands curled into fists and he looked at her hard and shook his head. With this acknowledgment Aneep strode to her desk and sat down fuming. She was a fool after all, a silly, stupid weakling who fantasised about her superiors and was now ready to play the fool in front of them.

"No more." She cautioned, "No more."

His back was to her now, she was free of his mesmeric stare.

"Now there would only be the work and no more distractions." Though even as she thought it her eyes crept back to that bacta tank.