I hear Rey close the door behind her and I close my eyes but feel too awake, listening to the lack of Rey's machines as she unplugged them to find Luke. This makes Poe's monitors even louder. I roll my head from side to side, trying to shake the sounds out. I slowly slip out of the sheet, I feel around the room for the light switch on the wall above Poe's head, it flickers on and I sit in the edge of his bed. I don't watch myself as I take his hand. I hold onto his clammy skin and quietly whisper to him that I need him to wake up. I want to see his dark eyes and the way they always have a mischievous glimmer in them.
"Come on, you're the best pilot, Poe. You can't lose that reputation, you've fought so hard to keep it," I whisper, hoping my words with encourage him.
He doesn't respond, of course. Even if he was awake he wouldn't be able to speak through the tube down his throat.
I sit with his unresponsive body for a while, the beeping starting to form a disjointed rhythm making my eyes heavy with exhaustion moment longer before I return to Rey's bed and fall right to sleep.
After about a week has passed of rehabilitating the rookies, and the lady in bed three and the impatient man from bed one have left, which frees up a few more hours to squeeze on the cot with Rey.
I become more and more aware of the toll the hard bed is having on her muscles, she often rolls her shoulders in pain and tries to twist her back to alleviate some of the tension. However, she has gained almost full movement again and she tells me the blaster wound doesn't cause her much discomfort.
We eat lunch together in her room and spend some time talking at Poe - who is still unconscious and unresponsive. He has quite a few visitors actually; many of his fellow pilots come to the ward and let him know how they are going and what he's missed; even Chewie came by once, but he also came to see Rey.
Rey and I tell Poe how happy he'd be that the Residence has recovered, and that Rey and I have seemed to find our place here.
When it just happens to be Poe and I alone I whisper to him that I'm scared about what will happen when all my patients are fully discharged, and if the belonging I feel now will disappear...
The doctors have given Rey permission to leave her bed more often, and she was weaned off the meds and now she barely sits down.
She looks so much more like herself in her casual attire, and a lot much healthy. When she isn't meditating with Luke she helps the dining hall prepare meals. She has found her routine and so have I.
I am on a two-hour break now and Rey and I are in her ward, I am on Rey's bed, a nurse having just finished applying some ointments and bandage my left leg in fresh cloth. Now he has moved to Rey who sits on my bed with her shirt off. He checks Rey's scar, her stitches had been removed a few days ago. He wraps her entire torso in a tight bandage to prevent any swelling or infection from entering her healing body.
Just as the nurse packs away his provisions General Organa walks into the room, this isn't unusual at all; she often comes and sits beside Poe.
"Good afternoon," I greet her warming, out of the corner of my eye I see the nurse as he walks down the hall and Rey comes and sits on her bed next to me her shirt secure around her body.
"Your housing unit will be ready for you to move into tomorrow," She states and Rey grins.
"So we don't have to stay in here any longer?" She asks loudly unable to withhold her excitement.
"No, not anymore. We just received our new stock of uniforms and sheets, so they will be placed in the wardrobe for you, as of now the beds are bare and all the security precautions must be checked once more also," Rey nods.
"What about Poe?" I ask, and glance at his still body.
"He'll be in here, you can always visit," I nod slowly.
"Are you happy?" Rey asks as I look at her I see her concern. She can't stop her eyes from shinning and my unnecessary unease fades.
"Yes," I reply honestly and she smiles gleefully.
"Can we go?" She begs, I smile back at her.
"General?"
"I can take you for a tour if you wish," Rey is already on her feet, I am surprised by her extreme joy, and I ponder why she is so excited.
It isn't until we leave the infirmary and walk past the dining hall that I realise why. This is one of the only things someone has made for her, for us. A gift unlike any other, after providing for herself for so long she now had a group of resistance men and woman contract her a home. I squeeze her hand which is locked anxiously with mine.
She looks at me as we turn down another hall. I smile in an understanding manner and she leans into my arm slightly, and it heats my entire body.
We walk down a polished hall I haven't seen before and at the end of the corridor we are met with a large metal door and a key pad.
"I am the only one who knows the code for this door," she confesses, "It's Force proof," she adds and flickers her eyes down momentarily, Shame or understanding? I can't seem to tell.
I feel myself relax, because at least I know that no one with be able to sneak into our room again.
She tells as the six digit code and I repeat it in my mind hoping to pass it into my memory. "It's up to both of you if you decide to share the code with anyone else. In emergency cases the code may be retrieved from my personal, secure, database." We both agree that is an acceptable condition.
The General bids us farewell and Rey pulls my arm over to the key pad, she presses in the numbers with ease and the heavy door slides up. I feel nervous, in the best way.
"Ready?" I ask trying to hide my wide grin, but Rey sees it and responds by kissing me quickly and nodding.
I feel it in my heart; and in my hands they shake with anticipation. A flow of pulsing adrenaline and excitement mix and make me feel light headed. I hadn't expected to become so enthusiastic, we have each been given rooms before and been together, but this is different – so different. Now we have our own little house together.
Rey leads me inside to the left is a small living room, with some couches and a small dining table. To the right is a kitchen, a small refrigerator, an oven and stove if we ever wanted to cook our meals. Rey turns to face me and she smiles so wide I fear her cheeks will hurt, but I'm sure my smile is the same.
We don't say anything as we walk down the hallway, there are two doors on the left side and one on the right, and at the end there is another on the back wall. The first door on the left is a large bathroom. Through the next door is a small laundry room to wash any clothes; I will have to ask the dry cleaning droids how exactly I do that, because I have never had to worry before. There is a small bedroom with one small bed across from the bathroom. I assume this is a guest room, so that only leaves the door at the end of the hall.
Because we have reminded silent the entire time it gives me time to think about what the first words we say in our new home should be.
I can feel the anticipation grow as Rey reaches for the door handle, but I gently stop her from opening it, she turns and looks at me with concern. I let go of her hand to cup both of her cheeks and she instinctively leans into my touch, I bend my head the small amount I need to and close my eyes as I bring her lips up to mine.
Maybe we don't need words.
Her hands rest on my chest and my fingers run into her hair. We move together, my tongue slowly runs over hers and I feel her sigh. Kissing her is like breathing: easy, instinctive and after a while, sometimes I just forget I'm doing it.
I pull away and Rey smiles a little smile. We both reach out for the handle, Rey giggles as we grasp it together.
"Together?" She glances at me for a second and then focuses back on our hands.
I chuckle a little, "Together," I whisper.
We unlock the door and the wood swings back on its hinges; I take Rey's hand in mine again as our new room is revealed. A bed big enough for both of us with small tables on either side it is under the large window at the back of the room. The mattress looks comfortable from here and I haven't felt it yet. There is a walk in robe to the side but it is empty just like the General said it would. There is a door on the right wall and behind it is our ensuite. As I look around the small restroom Rey goes back into the bedroom, "Finn," she calls out and I walk out and close the door, I see her sprawled out on the mattress, her feet dangle off the end. "It is so soft," She informs and I am overcome by the sight of her, arms above her head, eyes closed, she is so peaceful, so beautiful. I pace up to the edge of the bed, and lay down beside her. She is right but anything is softer than the beds in the infirmary.
"Do you like it?" I quietly ask her, Rey rolls her head to look at me, so I do the same.
"I do, do you?"
"Yeah, I do," I reply, and she moves her head closer and I do the same until she reaches my lips and kisses me, her arm moves down from above her head until she reaches my hair she starts to twist my curls in her fingers.
"We'll have to go back soon," I whisper against her lips and look at the clock on the wall, "My break will be over soon," I kiss her once more and stand off the bed. Rey doesn't move so I lean over her, slide my arm under her lower back and the other wraps around her strong arm. I tug her unwilling body up, her feet press into the floor before I pull her to stand up. She groans, rolling her sore shoulders. "One more day, and you'll you can sleep on that," I flicker my eyes behind her.
"That is too long," I shake my head and smile.
"You'll be fine, come on," I offer her my hand and she takes it in hers, and we walk from our little house.