"Finn, if there is something on your mind you can tell me. Did something happen?" Her voice fades towards the end.

"No, nothing happened," I slide up and off the bed and stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. "You can get in my head, why don't you ever do it?" My tone comes out harsh and chipped but I didn't intend for it to.

She is taken aback by my words, and loosely crosses her arms. "Why would you think I would do that, Finn? You and I both know what it's like when someone starts rummaging through your thoughts..." She's defensive and I look down.

"I'm sorry, I just thought-"

"You thought wrong, if something is the matter I want to hear you say it, not take it from you," she declares and I sigh.
"So, are you going to tell me?" She presses.

"It isn't even anything to be worried about. It's good, a good thing," I can't seem to shake my worried feeling and I'm not sure why. It's quite warm in the room so I shift uncomfortably.
She quietly awaits the explanation as I walk over and sit on the edge bed near her.
"General Organa has a unit being made at the back of Base, for us to live in… Together…" Rey smiles widely and laughs a little and my worries melt away.

"That sounds amazing. It's better than good, don't you think?"

I grin and nod, "Yeah, definitely, I just didn't know how you'd feel about it,"

"I wish you weren't so hard on yourself, and realised I'm not going to push you away again."

I smile even wider and take her hand that doesn't have any monitors on it. I uncross her arms and bring her hand forward so I can kiss her fingers.

I can't take the warmth any longer so I slip my jacket off. I throw it over Rey's legs and she shouts out in pain.
"What was that?" She groans loudly. Her face contorting in pain as she jerks forward which causes her wound to stretch.

I quickly move my jacket again and see that the metal of her saber had collided into her shin. She flickers her eyes away from mine as she takes it.

"Are you okay?" I ask and quickly rub her calf so that it doesn't bruise.

"Yeah…" She mutters.

"I'm pretty good with that one too," I laugh, referencing our old conversations when I complained about her returning Luke's saber.

"I thought you would be," she says quietly.

"What do you mean?" I continue to laugh as I ask the question.

"What's mine is yours," her voice is even quieter, but I hear her and my eyebrows twitch.

"Pardon?"

She holds the saber out to me, "Take it," she offers. I take it with my free hand, immediately I feel its energy start to pulse in my fingertips.
"You feel it don't you?" I look up at her tilting my head a little to emphasis my confusion. "The way it reacts to you, the strength it gives you," I nod quickly and she smiles a little.

"But Luke said I don't have the Force," I confess, and she squeezes my hand before she nods her head.

"Look at the markings on it,"

"I did, I don't understand them,"

"Look at this one," she points to the overlapping lines that are etched into the shining silver and I run my thumb along it, I feel the warming light slide into my veins.

"Us…" I utter before I even realise I had, I continue to look at the metal.

"Us," she repeats.

It all fits in place.

I had looked at the markings the wrong way. If I'd read them from the bottom to the top than it would show Rey's story.
The swirls at the bottom: the sandstorms of Jakku.
The small vertical etchings: a reminder of the days she used to spend waiting for her family.
The parallel lines... I notice now one is a lot more faded than the rest, Han, I think to myself. I see one groove which is much deeper. I run my fingers over it me, I can feel it in the way my skin reacts when I touch it.
Then there is the band of black. When Kylo knocked her out, I assume.
Finally etched into silver and it's the intertwined grooves. "Us" I repeat once more, almost silently.

"It's no wonder it responds to you; you're just as much connected to me as I am to the Force," I feel as if the saber is weightless in my hands now that I understand.
I take her hand and place it over my one which holds her weapon. Her pale skin against my dark skin holding the warm metal is almost too much for me to cope. There is too much energy, and so much light that I think I'll glow forever.

Our eyes meet as we look up at each other.

"I didn't realise I could feel this way," I admit.

"Neither did I…"

We both know we aren't just talking about the saber.
Rey takes her hand away and I lean forward to put the lightsaber on the small table next to the bed. I leave a small kiss on Rey's check before I lean back again. She has a light blush on her cheeks.

"Do you know when you'll be able to leave?"

"I'm still being monitored; they need to make sure I don't start bleeding internally,"

"Okay. Starla has organised for me to start a rehabilitation clinic, so I'll be gone during the day, but I'll just be down the hall if you need me," Rey eyes sparkle and she grins.

"Finn, that's great!" She is overly excited and it makes me smile.

"Yeah, I have to help get the rookies back on their feet,"

"You'll be great at it," I smile shyly and feel my cheeks heat.

"Thank you."

Rey and I continue to talk for a little while and then our dinner is brought in. Rey's portions are a lot more substantial compared to mine, but she definitely needs it. The dark circles under her eyes and the way she shakes occasionally is proof of how drained she is of nutrients and sleep.

I take the bed clothes from the end of the bed and head to the small restroom. Why couldn't I have had a room like this? I think again, instead of using a washcloth and soapy water for weeks.

I change out of my strange pants that Starla mutilated, and dirty shirt and turn on the faucets. I drown out the sounds of Rey and Poe's obnoxious monitors and step under the warm water, sighing into the peace. I keep my bandaged leg out of the water as best I can as I wash away my sweat and the dirt from the forest. I spend a while just letting the water coat my skin, it is refreshing and cooling so I take a few moments to appreciate it before I finish washing myself and step out.

I hear voices outside but I can't hear them over the beeps of Rey and Poe's monitors. I dry myself and change into my bed shorts; I pull my shirt over my head as I limp out of the bathroom.
I stop in my tracks, my face falls once I see a few doctors and droids rush around Poe's bed. Rey is talking to one of the nurses and I stand alone watching as a few of the machines are switched off and his bed is rushed from the room.