Poe is still in the beginning stages of rehabilitation three weeks after he woke from his coma; he hasn't told me anymore about his routine besides that. If my lunch breaks don't coincide with Rey's I will eat lunch in the break room, where multiple times I have walked in on Poe's team of nurses and doctors colluding, trying to think of alternative options for his rehabilitation; but when I enter a silence falls upon the room. A strained, casual chatter patters and develops into conversations, like rain beginning as a drizzle and turning into what is supposed to be a refreshing storm that washes away impurities.
Poe takes multiple medications to ease his pain, and is trialling a few tablets that have proved beneficial for other in healing severed muscle and bone connections, however, so far it doesn't seem as though any of these medications have shown signs of improvements.
Each night in the dining hall his beard seems to have grown longer, he used to his face shaven, maybe going a few days without, but nothing like it is now. I wonder if he is unable to see his reflection in the mirror, or if he just doesn't have the energy to rid himself of it. As the days slide past his smile slips into a frown a lot faster than it used to. On the odd occasion he has also forgotten to bid Rey and I a goodnight, and he just rolls his wheelchair out of the hall silently.

Once Rey and I enter our home most thoughts and discussions about Poe are pushed aside, or at least kept out of the bedroom. For the past two weeks Rey and I have spent a lot of time in bed, showing each other how much we love each other. Laughing and finding out what makes the other moan the loudest. The bed isn't the only place though…
The first time she stepped into the shower while I was in there made my heart pound louder than the water that poured over us, and I enjoyed hearing the mixture of the drumming of droplets and her echoing gasps as I held Rey against the shower wall, my face between her thighs.
We've cooked meals together but we both end up enjoying dessert a lot more. The more I touch her and the more I see the way she enjoys it, and it makes me wonder if maybe the First Order was doing reproduction wrong the whole time. If it would be different with her; if loving Rey would make us both enjoy sex, and not fear it.
Each night ends the same, regardless of how the day unfolds, her small body curled around mine, or mine curled around hers, and I've lost count of the amount of times I've woken to find our hands linked together. Somehow in the haze of sleep and dreams we find a way to hold each other.
Our 'I love yous' are few and far between which means they're special and make my heart flutter each time. Although, I do I have a feeling if we said them every hour they would never lose their effect.
Rey trains in the forest with Luke almost every day, and I put on my uniform and help the pilots and soldiers in the infirmary. Rey and I both feel like we are finally finding our place here. However, I still have this nagging feeling that when the rehabilitation clinic is over, and all my patients are discharged, that I will begin to feel displaced, even with Rey's support.

Neither of us have seen BB-8 since the day Poe first woke up. I miss the little trouble maker and wish he was here so I could show him just how happy Rey and I are, maybe that would help him remember. R2D2 is helping to rewire his circuits and transmitting their previously stored conversations; supposedly these are meant to contain information about Rey and I. The hope is that this may be able to spark more information from BB-8's internal data storage systems which are clogged. Rey and I were told to stay away until his memory systems are restored. Rey misses him, I can tell; whenever she seems a similar, circular droid she always glances a few moments longer than she normally would.

Poe, Rey and I have just finished our evening meal and step out of the dining hall; I slip my hand into Rey's as I watch Poe wheel away in his chair. It doesn't seem as if he has made any progress, and each day I see his eyes become a little darker. Just as I am about to turn around and look away from Poe I see Luke and he calls for Rey's attention.

"Can we speak?" he asks and Rey nods, Luke looks between us and accepts that Rey doesn't mind that I am beside her.

"It turns out our last mission did not go to plan. Leia has received complaints and needs us to return to sort out their differences," Rey's shoulders drop.

"They were doing so well when we left…"

"The King is only young, it turns out he chose against our advice. The aftermath has been quite costly for their economy. They need us to smooth over the aggression he's caused between the rival nations." Rey sighs, and nods. I stand quietly, not showing my reaction to the news, thinking it be best to remain expressionless during their exchange.

"When do we leave, soon?" Rey enquires.

"Tomorrow, late morning."

"Okay, Master."

"Finn," Luke nods dismissively at me, and then Rey before he walks into the dining hall.

I tug my lips into a tight smile and Rey does the same. Neither of us speak; because we know what the other will say.
We start the long walk back to our room, and I hold tightly onto her hand.

*
I pour us some water when get back inside our home.

"I'll miss you," I announce loudly, the faucet creaking as I turn it off. I turn around and notice she is right beside me, and I realise I didn't have to shout the words. I pass her the glass.

"I'll miss you too," She repeats and we both take a sip at the same time.

"How long do you think it will take?"

"It depends, a few weeks, we'll stay to make sure he listens to us this time," I groan quietly and Rey kisses my cheek.

"It'll be fine, I'd say you should come but it isn't worth it, you have your patients and-" I cut her off.

"You just don't want me to go," I whine, knowing that isn't the case.

She sighs quietly and her fingers pull my chin up causing me to look at her. Her eyes are soft and her fingers caress along my jaw. "I think Poe needs you more than I do, he is so lonely," her eyes lose some of their light and I nod solemnly.

"You're right; I don't know what I can do."

"Just keep an eye on him," she steps closer and takes my glass from my hand she places both of them on the countertop and takes my hands, she runs her thumbs over mine before meeting my eye again. I expect her words to be something as gentle and comforting as her touch, but I am wrong. "For the record, I'm always right," I crinkle my nose at her and slips her lips between mine and bites softly before pulling back, her eyes a little darker. "Now can we go to bed, I don't want to be tired and fall asleep during these political meetings," She grumbles. I quickly pick up my glass and scull its contents I place it in the sink. Rey stands waiting, her hand extend out for mine. I smile and my heart flutters as I grip onto it and walk the small way down the hall and into our bedroom. Once we are inside Rey immediately sighs with exasperation and lets me go so she can begin to pack her bag.
I have changed into my night attire and freshened up just as she leaves the bag near the door. I slip under the sheets and watch as Rey disappears into the wardrobe to change, she comes out wearing a nightgown and my jacket. The weather is cooling down now and I appreciate it because Rey seems to hold me tighter at night and I didn't think that was possible. "Do you mind if I take it with me?" she asks and clutches the sides of my jacket, pulling the brown leather tighter around her slim figure.

"No, that's fine," she grins and climbs up the bed, shimmying under the covers and snuggling into me, kissing my cheek and down my jaw, I smile and hold her closer.