He paces from one end of the bed to the other; both of us awkwardly lie against the headboard watching him intently. The thin sheet is the only protection at his close proximity, and it only covers our legs.
"Again, the traitor and the girl, such an odd pair," his tone is curiously sinister, and it makes me shudder. The only thought I can completely comprehend in his moment is my need to protect Rey. He seems unarmed, wearing only a long medical gown. I sit up completely, Rey slips down my chest and into my lap. I sit up further, rolling her off of me, slightly turning my back to Kylo Ren before sliding Rey along the mattress so that she is behind me, my body acting like a human shield. I will accept her anger and any abuse she will throw at me as a result of my manoeuvre, but for now it makes me feel safer.
I have no idea how he is here, how he escaped the numerous identification tests, and why he came into this room. The only conclusion I can form is that he was able to sense Rey's abilities with the force; I think it works like that.

I am stiff, almost trapped on the mattress, Rey still sitting behind me. I can feel my adrenaline pulse through my veins until every inch of my body is swimming in it- but still I cannot seem to move. Rey and I are both in such a vulnerable situation, we lack in armour, and weapons… My eyes flicker to my bag which is still on the table before my focus redirects towards Kylo.
"Get my bag," I whisper to Rey, I am sure Kylo can hear me, as he continues to pace back and forth. She does as I ask, quickly jumping off the bed and returning with my rucksack. "Open it," I tell her, as she is about to unzip it, Kylo stops mid-step and snatches it from her hands with his mind, flinging it across the room so that is lies near the wardrobe.
I continue to stare at him, and he stares at me, I do not know what he wants. Does he want Rey? Does he want Luke? Is he looking for revenge? Or maybe he is in search for a pilot? While my mind was occupied with questions I was unaware that Rey had shifted off the bed and walked towards him, until she entered my line of sight. My entire body loses strength at the sight of her standing in front of him.

"I am not afraid of you," She seethes defiantly. I am shocked by her foolish courage, and disappointed in my cowardly inability to move from the bed. Sometimes I just wish she would let me protect her.

"You're not?" He questions coolly, stepping closer to her. He slides his hands along her waist gripping low on her hips; his eyes focus on mine, his lips turn into a smirk as his fingers reach out towards the bow of tied string holding the front of her nightgown together. Before he even touches the metal bauble I have flung my body from the bed and have him pinned against the wall. I use all of my upper-strength to press my hand to his throat; I'm surprised at my ability to catch him entirely off guard. However, I see no fear or surprise in his cold, lifeless eyes.

"Don't ever touch her," I bellow, my voice reverberating off every surface in the room. My hands shake with the strength throbbing through me, and I feel the arteries in my neck twitch with adrenaline. I take in his features, his scar hasn't healed properly, I can tell by the way it has large patches of red scabbing and oozing with blood and puss. I know I am not a sadist, but I would enjoy reopening his wound and watch the pained expression on his face as I do so. "Not so powerful without your Lightsaber, are you?" I mock harshly. He responds with a loud laugh, his throat moving beneath my fingers.

"Now, now FN-2187, does your pretty friend realise who you truly are, what you're trained to do?" He croaks, I wonder why he hasn't tried to escape my tight grip.

It is my turn to laugh, "Yes, she does and I'm not that person anymore, I'm not like the rest of those mindless followers." I mutter furiously.

He grins, "You think so?" He asks rhetorically before glaring at me. "You will release me and kill her." He orders, my grip loosens slightly, and I can tell my eyes flicker with unease, but I fight it. He repeats his command and I feel my heart fight it; everything in my body screams at me to resist; so I do. I press harder against his throat, and hear his voice squeaks slightly, "You will release me and kill the girl." He demands again. It is as if I am overridden, my mind no longer under my control. My grip relaxes and my body straightens.

"Finn?" Rey whispers, as if she is asking if I am still myself. All the adrenaline seeps out of my veins, and I become hard and robotic as I lose all ability to create any conscious thought.

"I will release you and kill the girl." I repeat my order.

"Finn…" She disbelievingly repeats as I release my grip from around Kylo's throat. His face splits into a menacing smirk.
"Finn, stop…" her voice breaks, but she has no power over me now. I glance over to the bag that lies half open by the walk in robe. I approach it and retrieve the blaster from inside. Even though I may have no control as my feet lead me back towards Rey tears prick my eyes, and a few roll down my cheek. A piece of me is still fighting for her, but I am helpless to assist.

I look into Rey's green eyes which focus on mine as I raise the blaster up, my finger shakes slightly against the trigger. I feel the weapon slip out of my grip and it lands behind Rey near the restroom door.
"Tell me your name." She orders.

"I respond to the designation FN-2187."

"No, your name is Finn," She tells me, I stare blankly at her. The order from Kylo Ren screams in my ears and drowns out all other sounds. I watch Rey's mouth move but none of her words are processed. I advance on her, and she closes her eyes.