Before she could hit the ground Wrecker cautiously caught her in his arms, wary that he was going to irritate her again. My stomach hit the ground though, no one could stop it. I was woeful that I was responsible, I hadn't wrapped it tight enough to stop the bleeding and she had lost too much, it was all my fault. "Rebel!" I broke free from Rex who'd tried to hold me back and tell me to just rest, but I couldn't. I wouldn't let her be left alone even if it was my fault, I'd rather live with the guilt of it being my responsibility than knowing I didn't try to help. I knelt down beside her as Wrecker switched her weight into my hands. "Well, someone get Pouch!" I yelled, looking at the ones standing around. I didn't pay attention to anything anyone else said, I didn't know if someone had already said that or not, but I didn't care, I'd send the entire army to find Pouch, even if he was across the galaxy. "You'll be okay, you're gonna be okay." I whispered to her, brushing her hair away from her face. I felt Rex's hand on my shoulder a few moments later or maybe it had been hours, I was unaware of how much time had passed. Pouch came to the other side of her and somehow managed to catch my eye. "Breathe." He mouthed, gesturing to his lungs, I nodded and obeyed his orders for once, taking one deep breath in and out, but it didn't help and I didn't have time to take another. He started to scoop her up but I shooed him away and lifted her myself placing her gently on the stretcher. Pouch and I started to push the cot on its squeaky wobbling wheels down the hallway and I wished we could've gotten a quieter one. "You should get that checked out, you know?" My medic interrupted my thoughts. I looked over at him taking two running skips and then limping along twice then repeating the quirky walk I'd invented without thinking. "Pouch, whose condition looks more critical to you right now?" I snapped at him, unfriendly. He looked up from the concrete floor to stare straight in front of him, keeping the same pace. I looked towards the front, hoping the med bay was closer than I remembered. I felt bad about how I responded, but I was stressed, still it wasn't a good excuse. I'm sure Pouch had his fair share of brothers thinking something was nothing and it turned out to be a life changing issue, you could see it in his eyes. The selflessness of a medic was always a forefront of their personality, but not every medic was the same. It all depended on their experiences, their voices were different too. They sounded softer and comforting. Most soldiers had a hard exterior shell and were soft on the inside, but with medics it was reversed. I felt the cart slow down and I looked to my right seeing the red nurses cross indicating we'd reached our destination. I halted and took the weight off of my leg, much to its delight, and turned into a small room with just a bed with paper on it, one chair, a stool, and a counter with plenty of cupboards filled with supplies. The area smelled sanitary and different, not like normal. "Okay, I'm gonna need everybody out." Pouch said in an unforceful tone and shooed us all backwards. I looked behind me, suddenly realizing everyone else had followed, Wrecker, Rex, General Kenobi, and Commander Tano, looking worried for both of us. "Okay, but I'm staying." I said, stepping forward. "With all due respect, Commander-" Pouch sighed and didn't look me in the eye. "I don't care what you say, trooper, she's my friend and I'm going to be here for her." I said, shaking my head. "Commander!" He raised his voice for the first time since...ever. "Commander." He spoke gentler and in his normal tone. "It's going to be very painful, I don't want you to have to see this, we need the room to be sanitary, only trained professionals are to be in this room, you're injured yourself I need you to wait in the other room until I can get to you. Alright?" He laid out the reasons I couldn't stay clearly and firmly. I straightened myself up, appreciating his resolve. "Yes, sir." I told him, wanting to sound like I meant it, but it came out apathetically. I took a few steps backward so he could close the door. I peered through the narrow rectangular window in the steel door at Rebel, now regretting I hadn't said goodbye. Pouch pulled down the blind over the glass and all I could see now was my reflection, staring back at me. I looked horrible, tired, dirty, and frazzled. I lowered my head trying to tear my eyes away from the door and limped over to the next room. I closed the door after me, thinking it locked automatically and sat down in the chair instead of on the table with its annoyingly crinkly paper. My uncut leg bounced up and down as I rested my cheek on my hand with my elbow on the armrest. I heard the door unlatch and swing open with a gust of cold air. I didn't look up, the only person I wanted to see was Rebel and I knew it couldn't be her. "You're a good friend." I heard Rex's voice with its slight country twinge, I always wondered where he picked that up. "But you're a terrible sister." He said without altering his voice. "Gee, thanks." I said, grumbling. "I'm not gonna repay you by being a terrible brother back." He knelt down beside the chair. "Well, you aren't doing a very good job of it." I said, looking him in the eye. "So," he put his hands up in front of his face, trying to tell me to let him finish. "I'm gonna need you to get up on that table, missy, and let Pouch take care of you." He pointed to the table. "Missy?" I said, giggling. "Eh!" He pointed at me instead, pretending to sound mad. "Nicely, okay? Do you promise?" He asked. "What, do you wanna pinky promise or something?" I said teasing him. "Good, so we're on the same page." He stood up and started to leave. "Hey!" I called after him, noticing he hadn't responded to anything I'd said. He turned back to look at me. I wanted to nag on him some more, but I realized now wasn't the time, like the conversation I'd had with Rebel earlier that seemed so long ago. "Thanks." I smiled at him. He nodded then furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at the table, secretly asking if I needed help. I shook my head, I could make it there on my own. He smiled, which was rare for him, and left the room. I shuffled across the room to the ledge and hopped up onto it. I started to remove my armor and examined my cut closely for the first time, it was deep and made me sick. It burned, too and made me feel queasy to be in here alone for much longer. Pouch busted in with his newfound confidence, I was worried he'd be over confident now. "How is she?" I asked quickly, trying to prepare myself for either outcome, but not at all succeeding to diminish my certainty that she'd survive. I scooted closer to the edge of the table ready to spring off of it, no matter what his answer was, to go see her. "She's stable-" he began, but I didn't let him finish. "Rebel!" I said, running into the room, I had to catch myself on the doorway to slow down enough to enter. I stood over her and scanned her over, thinking I could detect if something was wrong better than Pouch. My eyes fell on her leg that looked different, not how it was supposed to, but I couldn't tell with the blanket covering her. Pouch cleared his throat behind me. "As I was saying, she's stable for now, but she'll need lots of time for rest and she's going to have to stay here a while longer, considering how much time it will take for her to adjust." He explained in the unnecessarily complicated and professional tone all medics used. "Adjust? Adjust to what?" I said, looking back at him. He refused to look at me though, he seemed ready to bolt, like something might attack him. I heard Rebel begin to stir and I focused back on her undividedly as Rex, Wrecker, General Kenobi and Commander Tano gathered around her. She barely opened her eyes and I pointed the lamp above her head in the other direction so it wasn't too bright for her. "Okay, that's not creepy at all to have someone watch you while you sleep." She seemed to force a smile. I sighed, relieved. "Sorry, we were worried." I got down on my knees to her level, feeling uneven with one leg armored and the other armorless. "Well, I'm fine, I don't feel anything." It soothed me to hear that, but I saw her look away from me and to the General. I didn't follow her gaze though, I just cared that she was okay. She closed her eyes and sighed.