Everything was quiet around her as she made her decision. Her hands had formed fists, as if she was still was fighting.

There was only one decision. Only one and she would not regret it. Lifting her chin she took the steps towards Boba's bunk. He was passed out. From what though? The blood loss? Has an infection set in? Though, the bacta patch should have prevented something like that setting in.

Now she stood right next to him, her fingers hovering hesitantly in the air. He was not in his armour, but rather a tunic. She would have to undress him. Oh for fuck's sake, this was no time to be shy! Where was that medkit?

It was jammed between his leg and the wall of the bunk. Leaning over him she retrieved it and put just at the edge of the bed. She opened it and was greeted with a mess.

Syringes? Check.

Needle and scalpel? Check.

Sanitation wipes? Check.

Bactapatches? No... That made her frown. He used up his last bacta patch on his stomach. This was going to complicate things further. Hopefully the bacta on his stomach hadn't been completely used up. Her eyebrows drew into a frown on their own. If it had been used up she could use the cloth medium as a gauze still if she cleaned it. Even if it hadn't, she'd still need to clean the bacta of any infection points that had been potentially contaminated it. There was a roll of bandages. She had most of what she'd need. Though, she'd have no scanners to completely check him.

How was she even supposed to do her work? Kneeling on the floor would mean she would be too low to operate and standing meant she'd have to bend over. She could just sit on his legs though. It'd be uncomfortable, but her angle to work with would be ideal. A sigh escaped her. Of course. Only she'd get into a situation like this.

So she swung her right leg over his and settled her knees next to his hips. The back of her neck touched the bottom of her bunk. Stuffing her half-loosened braid into the neck of her shirt, so no strands of hair would disrupt her line of sight. First she had to wipe her hands.

She took out a sanitation wipe from the small package, using it to clean her hands in preparation. Hmm, there were enough. Thank the Force.

Right, she'd just throw it to the ground. It'd have to wait until later. She untied the belt keeping his tunic closed and pushed the fabric gently to the side.

Oh Force. This was bad. The bacta patch hadn't been enough. Chewing her bottom lip she regarded the yellow pus seeping from the edges of the patch. Infected. Damn. She'd have to cut it and squeeze that out. Slowly, she pulled at one of the edges and it pulled off easily. Too loose. The sight of his abdomen made her suck in a deep breath. The flesh around the wound was purple and still bleeding in some places and some cuts had seemed to fill with pus.

She had her work cut out for her, literally. But first… was that bacta patch still useable? If yes, she'd have to wash it. There should be a vial of cleaning solution. Drawing the med kit box to her again, she pushed aside the roll of bandages to look at the vials neatly arranged at the bottom of it. Some were empty, but there five were still full. Anti-bacterial? Yes and ohhh! A vial of bacta cleaning and replenishing solution. If he had internal injuries… She was not equipped for it, the only thing she could do was treat him and get him to a properly set up medical facility.

Hopefully he did not have any. Or if he did, there would a doctor at hand who was not dodgy. She was not sure what she could do with just a scalpel as a weapon. Concentrate for Force's sake!

Sanitise the site. She wiped down the damaged side of his stomach and prodded a pocket of pus that had closed under the bacta treatment. What a waste. She'd have to open that and slap the remaining bacta on top of it again. Amateurs…

Scalpel sanitised? Yes. Carefully she set it on the largest infected site.

It took her hours. Squeezing the pus out of the wounds, cleansing the inflammation sites and stitching it all together again. Almost like a normal day at the clinic. Almost. If it wasn't for the fact she had still that awful collar on her. Maybe she could try and get it off once she was done? Destroy it too? No, focus.

His face still looked too pale for her liking. Blood loss and the infection. He'd be low on white blood cells to combat it all. Frowning she tried to think what she could do. Giving him some of her blood? Unless they had the same blood type and she could only stab her veins only so many times with a syringe. No. He'd have to regenerate them on his own. Though… did he have a transfusion bag of his blood stored somewhere? She should have looked closer at the med kit. They usually had a cooling compartment to store blood bags. If he had the infusion lines then she could try….

Well that would need to wait. She'd need to clean the bacta patch and see if anything of it is useable still. Then bandage him and hope he had a blood transfusion. Surely a bounty hunter would have something like that as a back-up?

Boba's left leg twitched. Shit. Her right hand flew up to the bottom of her bunk to steady her weight. Was he waking up? His eyelids fluttered and she chewed on her lip nervously. Would he startle to see her like this? Though, he was still so pale. Fever? Still fluttering. He was trying to wake up.

Hesitantly she lifted her left hand to his forehead. It was wet from cold sweat, but the skin beneath was… not boiling but warmer than normal. Not good. She leaned over to watch his closed eyes more. Were those the eye movements during the dreaming phase or him battling to open his eyes? Cold cloth to lower the temperature? So much more piling up on all the things she needed to do…

He groaned, his brows furrowed as if in pain. She had no idea what to do other than gently stroke his forehead. Maybe it would soothe him a bit? Her thumb brushed the top of his right eyebrow when his eyes fluttered completely open. The brown colour looked dull and glazed over. Did he even see her? If she just had a torch to shine into his pupils to see their reaction to light. Unfortunately she didn't have one.

She froze when his eyes focused though on her face. Oh no. Did he recognize her? Her heart clenched nervously. If he jostled too much the stitches would get loose and she was not looking forward to redoing them. So she stared back while slowly rubbing circles across his brow. Maybe it'd lull him into sleep again. He'd need it before they'd come out of hyperspace.

Maybe if she used her other hand? She had seen young mothers do it with their newborns. They made circular motions on the forehead and the babies usually always fell asleep. Not breaking eye contact, she lowered her right hand, gently placed it on the other side of his head and did the same circular motions on his brows as her other. He looked confused now and his lips opened slightly. But only a croak came out.

Should she say something? Normally she should. But what do you say to your captor who you are trying to patch up? No training had ever prepared her for that. So her mouth stayed glued shut and she watched as his eyes bored into hers for an answer. One she couldn't give him. Not yet.

Tentatively she made the circular motion she had seen so many times before. Please please, go back to sleep. They kept staring at each other until his eyelids started fluttering again. Was it working? She smiled slightly at him. He'd be fine. At least she thought so.

His body went lax after his eyes had closed again.

Phew. That was close. Releasing a breath she had not realized she had been holding, she looked at the bacta patch that was lying next to his hip. Right. She had to clean it. Then bandage him and not think about how vulnerable he looked.

She had made the right decision to treat him. Any second thoughts had… dissipated after she truly looked him in the eyes. Remember...

She was a mess. There was no other way to describe what her life had become. As if burned she snatched her hands away from his forehead. Any more contact and she'd forget what he had done.

Her hands shook as she cleaned the bacta patch and infused it with the replenishing solution. Do not cry. It was just her duty to do so. Any feelings of care would go as soon as he was back on his feet. Usually. This time she was… Oh she did not know. The bacta was replenishing still. It would take a few moments before she could reapply it anyway. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Hard. Why was she so confused? This should be straight forward. Clear cut lines.

The bacta patch had not completely replenished when she reapplied it. But it was the best she could get right now. Slowly she pressed it on top of her stitches and made sure there were no pockets of air trapped between it and the skin.

That should prevent any infections like before again. Now she just needed to bandage him up to keep the patch from moving potentially.

It was a bit more difficult to do so than she thought. He was heavier than he seemed and she struggled to roll him over a few time or to squeeze the roll from underneath him.

But she got it done. And she'd rather not have to do that again.

Sinking down in the chair she had sat in when they had left Teth's atmosphere she blew a stray strand out of her face. Her back hurt from the uncomfortable position she had worked in. She stretched her legs out while watching Boba's chest rise and fall steadily. From what she had heard so far, it was steady and not concerning yet. Though he was not quite over it.

Her eyes flew open. Shit. She forgot to look if he had any blood reserves. Rubbing her eyes she groaned at her mistake. Of all things she forgot to do the obvious. Stumbling back to his bunk she made a grab for the kit and pushed the vials aside. A small compartment was tucked towards the bottom corner. That should be enough for maybe two bags? Cocking her head to the side so she could lean over, she opened it.

There was one small one. She had to frown. It wouldn't be enough. That was for sure. But at this point she had to make do with what she was given. Any additional blood would help him. Lifting the bag to place it on his stomach, she touched the bottom of the compartment. Infusion lines could easily be overlooked with how transparent they were occasionally. Why some manufacturers made them in different colours escaped her. Not that she cared. As long as it worked.

Her fingertips pushed against plastic. Found it! Where was the needle to it though? She couldn't really attach it to the syringes…. Argh. Where was it?

There! Still wrapped up in its plastic wrapper. Good. Unwrapping it she attached the needle to the infusion line. No air bubbles from what she could see. Good so far.

Now… she would have to secure the blood transfusion somewhere to make the artificial gravity do the work for her. How as she going to do that? Use the bandage tapes or just leave it on his stomach?

It was no use, she would have to worry about it after she had set it all up. A sigh escaped her. She wrestled his right arm out of the tunic sleeves and positioned it elbow down on the sheets. The sight of it made her suck in a breath. Scars were littered across the muscle. Some fainter than the others, but Force… what had he gone through?

Tapping the vein in the crease of his elbow, she inserted the needle with the infusion line attached to it. Blood flowed into his arm and she ripped of a bandage tape to secure the line and needle to his arm. In case he moved.

Now all she could do was wait. Wait and worry. Worry? He'd be fine. At least she hoped so. She sunk her forehead to the sheet near his right hand. Why was she concerned about his well-being? Remember, he kidnapped her. He will deliver her to Vader once they came out of hiding. Still…

A sob had clawed its way to her throat and she choked trying to keep it in. She would not cry now. After all the shit she had gone through, had been dragged through… now she would cry? Her shoulders were shaking now and she curled her hands into fists next to her head.

The sob tore from her throat and echoed in the cockpit. Why couldn't she just… make up her damn mind? She had treated him, possibly saved his life. It was done. Second-guessing herself will not undo everything she had done. Pressure built in her eyes. No point in preventing the tears now. They were already flowing down her face. The sheets would be soaked.

She should not care. She should not care! Not care at all what happens to him. So why did the Force back then tell her to be with him. Even save him! Nothing made sense anymore.

More sobs broke the silence and she wiped at her eyes in frustration.

What would Master Renstan say? What would the Doctor say? What would… She had to stop thinking. Her head was spinning and she kept sobbing next to an unconscious Boba.

It took her a while to calm down enough to stumble to one of the chairs so she could keep an eye on Boba. If his condition got worse or better, who knew? But she would start what she finished. Right? Could she? Of course. She started, she might as well finish it. Not that it influenced the outcome. Death awaited her at the end of the line.

Her back ached as she leaned against the chair. Maybe she should lie on the bunk bed? No, otherwise she'd fall asleep and miss any changes in his condition. But then… if she fell asleep on the chair she would miss it too. She had to wince at the thought of how cramped her back would be if she slept in it.

So she heaved herself on top of the bunk and shifted on her stomach. The blanket was thin, but she did not care as her eyes fell closed and she slept deeply.

No dreams. Nothing.

She woke up hours later, her eyes blinking wearily at the dim light from the hyperspace loop. How long had she slept? Her muscles strained and she had to stretch to get a few kinks out of her back. Ow.

Her eyes flew wide open. Boba! Fuck. What was his condition? As fast as she could she shifted her body to the edge and looked down. All she could see was his edge. Did she really have to go down?

"You are fool," his voice was hoarse but she still jumped a bit when she heard him talk. Hang on. He called her a fool. Again?

"Why do you keep calling me a fool?" She asked while frowning. That made no sense to her at all.

"You treated me," His voice had grown steadier now, his tone cut through the cockpit making her tremble.

"Aye," she retorted, "Should I not have?"

Silence. Then a groan.

"Why?"

That threw her off. Not that he wasn't in his right to know, just what could she say?

"I am a medic," she explained tiredly rubbing a hand over her face now. It was the only good explanation she could give him. Stony silence was her answer. She could feel his eyes boring into the back of her neck through the bottom of her bunk. Probably wondering if she was insane.

"You killed two men. Do not give me that load of shit."

"I told you why. I am a…"

"That is not the reason."

Oh this stupid man… It was the entire reason! Maybe not the whole truth, but it definitely was the core to what she did.

"It is," she insisted firmly now. He sighed at her response.

"You will never survive Darth Vader," his tone was harsh and she winced. What else was new though? She knew she was going to die. Whether with him or with Darth Vader. It would not matter in the end.

"I was not planning on it," she answered viciously. Had she caught him off-guard? It seemed so by the silence that now hung over them like stones pressing down on her chest.

"Why prolong the suffering then? Why did you treat me when you knew I'd deliver you still to him? You could have just been done if I died," Why did he insist on beating the point to death?

"I told you already. I will not stoop to your level!"

"And what level will that be?" He remarked drily and her mouth fell open.

"I am no murderer!"

"So are you," his response was immediate and tears were pressing against the back of her eyes again. So she was one? If another murderer told her she was one? Did that mean she was on? Could she even give any credit to what he was saying? Her eyes narrowed. Mind games… Bastard.

"I am…"

"Cut it. You are. No matter what you say. Medic or not. You killed two people. That makes you by definition a killer," his tone left no room to argue and she had to press her fingers to the corner of her eyes to prevent her tears from spilling.

How could he be so cold?

"I saved you," she argued weakly. He snorted. He actually snorted! What? Blinking in confusion she almost forgot about the tears.

"You only made their deaths happen sooner. But saving me? No. You only saved me by treating me. Not by throwing someone off a platform," he bit out and rustling could be heard. Was he seriously moving around already? Hopefully the bandage she had made held together. If he re-opened his wounds, she might not be as inclined to help him again. See, he was right… Argh!

"But…" she rolled onto her side to get off the bunk to get down from the bunk. Her body froze though as she saw Boba already staring at her when she had rolled around. How could an injured person be that quiet? She just kept staring at him. At least his face was not as pale as before.

"You killed someone. Does not matter why or how, you did. Learn to live with it," he stated, throwing her a hard glare. She shrank back from him.

"So I shouldn't have treated you?" She asked timidly.

"You tell me," he bared his teeth to her flashing his teeth. Was he toying with her? Yes he was. Just why?

"Why?" His eyebrows creased briefly at her question, before they smoothed out again.

"Why what?"

"Why are you insisting I shouldn't have treated you?" She shot back and saw the right corner of his mouth quirk up.

"Am I?"

"Yes!" Then when he raised an eyebrow at her outburst, she added, "No?"

His face grew really serious then. Gone was the smirk, everything was set in stone and she felt a shiver going down her spine. Why did he look so much like a predator and why did she feel like trapped prey?

"Whatever you are planning, knock it out of her head now. You are not escaping," he scoffed down on her. Arrogant piece of…

"I was not," she fired back. If he could not get into his head that she did it without any ulterior motives then the better.

"Don't waste your breath lying," he interrupted her sharply, "I am not buying it."

She had to swallow. Wasting her breath. Right. Fine, she could keep her mouth shut and let him believe that he was right. When he definitely was not. Or was he? After all, hadn't she thought briefly he would let her go if she did?

Technically he was right, at the same time he was not.

How could she have been so stupid? The two people she… she swallowed hard, she had killed. They had been about to kill either her or Boba. Self-defense, right? Did self-defense make her murderer? No. Maybe? She was still a medic, nothing could change that. He was trying to rile her up. For what reason? Staring at the ceiling above, she yawned. She was too drained for this. Whatever his reason was, she would not fall for it.

Might as well hold her tongue. There was no use to keep arguing. All it would do was exhausting them and he needed his rest. Sometimes she hated having to be considerate to some people. Especially when they didn't deserve it!

So she released a big breath through her nose and kept her mouth shut. Glowering at Boba who threw her a vicious smirk.

"We will be out of hyperspace in a few hours," he informed her causally withdrawing from her eyesight. What was… clasps could be heard snapping shut suddenly. Oh. He was getting dressed. Huffing she turned on her back to stare at the ceiling again. Crossing her arms over her chest she wished she could burn a hole into the ceiling. Anything to annoy him. She winced. Such thoughts were childish and… she was past that stage. She was no longer a child!

They dropped out of Hyperspace two hours later. Reluctantly she rolled off the bunk and buckled into the seat next to Boba. He gave her a hard stare which made her roll her eyes. She had no weapons, nothing. Her only choice was to not make any trouble. Whatever his problem was now.

Atmospheric entry and the descent was… rocky. Why she didn't know. All she knew was that Boba's lips had pinched together when the first jolt had rocked the ship. She had gripped the armrests tightly and hoped. Hoped hard that this was something minor. If anything flight related was minor…

But it had been alright in the end. Thankfully and they docked at a spaceport in a … town? City? It looked like it was bursting with life when she had caught a glimpse of it through the window. Definitely was larger than the den she had grown up in on Teth. How many people would there be? Would it be easy to lose herself among all these people? There was some really large buildings, she squinted her eyes to count the levels. Six or seven? She couldn't tell and smaller ones were strewn around the few tall ones in the middle.

So that was where they were supposed to hide out for a while? Somehow she had imagined something more… secluded? Less life? Why would Boba choose something where so many people would see them and probably know about her bounty? Who he was? Wouldn't the Rebels and the Imperials know where she'd be then?

Her thoughts got interrupted when the holo-communicator on the console beeped three times until a holo-projection flickered to life in front of them again.

"Orbital control of Drog II, state your business," an official, she guessed, drawled slowly. Drog II? Where was that? But… at least she knew the planet they were on now. But how was she to proceed from here? She had no clue. Zero clue.

AN: I am really sorry for the delay. Life slapped me and my beta ShaeTiann (AO3) in the face, hence the delays.

Also I am soooo happy about the reviews I got on the last chapter. Warms my heart that people are reading it :D

Thanks to JediOtaku who had a read through as well to check for inconsistencies.

As always, I would be absolutely delighted about reviews, any follows, favourites etc.

The next chapter is practically done, however I do ask for patience as I am not sure when I can get it out yet.