I sat on my bed, grabbed my leg, unwrapped the gauze on my leg, and saw that it was still bleeding. I gasped, knowing that my leg was worse than what Pouch said. Rue walked in wanting to talk, making me panic and cover my leg back up. "Hey, how's your leg?" Rue asked, Wrecker and Rex following closely behind. "It's, uh, fine." I trailed off, not looking either of them in the eye. "I mean, who knew that a lightsaber could cause such a troublesome time," I joked, trying to sound normal. Rue, Wrecker, and Rex knew something was up as I hid my leg and sighed, fidgeting with my fingers.