Pyrondi rushed to Carvia's cot where he lay barely conscious. Bacta covered so much of his face that it was impossible to emote upon seeing her. The Grysk bomb had detonated too close to his unit.
"Hey, Major," Pyrondi whispered, careful not to wake the sleeping troopers surrounding them. "This is from the whole bridge crew."
She laid the basket of chocolate, sweets, chips, and well wishes on the table next to Carvia. He nodded his appreciation, then struggled to speak around the bacta patches. "But you came to deliver it. Something you want to tell me, Lieutenant?"
She blushed.
A/N's: I've been informed by people on Tumblr that contrary to what I grew up with, a drabble must be exactly 100 words to qualify as such. Anything longer than 100 words but shorter than 1,000 is a ficlet. So this is a drabble and last chapter was a ficlet, I guess.
Anyway, this goes out to my friends recovering from surgery today. Wishing you the best!