Jyn had been ready to die on Scarif. Truthfully, it was something of a relief. There'd be no more fighting to just survive and they'd done something important -- or she hoped they had. They'd sent the plans that would show the planet killer's weak point, and with no way to confirm it had been received, she and Cassian took the lift down to the ground level and waited in a haze of pain to die. Her eyes shut at a burst of light, and that should have been the end of it.
Imagine her surprise to wake up, period, let alone on a cot in what might generously be titled an infirmary, back at the rebel base on Yavin. She couldn't bully answers out of the medical droid come to hover over her, but once the medical officer showed their face Jyn began drilling them like they were the ones twenty seconds away from being court martialed. The explosion wasn't the Death Star destroying the planet, just off shore data towers destructing. Imperial troops had razed the place, and they came back to look for survivors. Yes, Captain Andor was alive and how had he walked out of there with her?
She wasn't expecting a question back and really wasn't in a mood to dwell on minute details, though she suspected adrenaline and sheer stubbornness had a fair amount to do with it. The officer wasn't nearly as easy to bully as the droid, and Jyn had to sit through the boring details of her own injuries (laceration, an ankle she should stay off of for a bit, and on and on, nothing she hadn't survived before) before she would be permitted to see Cassian.
Not that there was a lot to see. He looked exactly as awful as he had on Scarif, and they were keeping him in a coma for a few more days while he continued to heal. The bacta had helped a great deal, but at this point that meant weeks of recovery instead of months. In any event, there was nothing to do but wait, and she found herself waiting as close to him as she was allowed as often as they would let her. She didn't think she would be allowed to leave, considering the circumstances, but neither was she someone who had a role on the base. She was space flotsam, washed up on this particular shore and nobody seemed to know what to do with her.
The medical officer informed Jyn they were going to reverse the coma and let the Captain come to on his own. He was healing well, which was about the only good news she'd had in a great long while, and any further assessment would have to be done while he was awake. So she'd perched in a very uncomfortable chair at his bedside, watching like a hawk for signs of life. He was going to wake up to a nasty shock, and maybe she wouldn't be a help in that regard. But at the very least she could make sure he would be fine before disappearing into the ether, back to the hard scrabble in the shadow of the Empire.
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Date: 2019-07-17 11:47 pm (UTC)Imagine her surprise to wake up, period, let alone on a cot in what might generously be titled an infirmary, back at the rebel base on Yavin. She couldn't bully answers out of the medical droid come to hover over her, but once the medical officer showed their face Jyn began drilling them like they were the ones twenty seconds away from being court martialed. The explosion wasn't the Death Star destroying the planet, just off shore data towers destructing. Imperial troops had razed the place, and they came back to look for survivors. Yes, Captain Andor was alive and how had he walked out of there with her?
She wasn't expecting a question back and really wasn't in a mood to dwell on minute details, though she suspected adrenaline and sheer stubbornness had a fair amount to do with it. The officer wasn't nearly as easy to bully as the droid, and Jyn had to sit through the boring details of her own injuries (laceration, an ankle she should stay off of for a bit, and on and on, nothing she hadn't survived before) before she would be permitted to see Cassian.
Not that there was a lot to see. He looked exactly as awful as he had on Scarif, and they were keeping him in a coma for a few more days while he continued to heal. The bacta had helped a great deal, but at this point that meant weeks of recovery instead of months. In any event, there was nothing to do but wait, and she found herself waiting as close to him as she was allowed as often as they would let her. She didn't think she would be allowed to leave, considering the circumstances, but neither was she someone who had a role on the base. She was space flotsam, washed up on this particular shore and nobody seemed to know what to do with her.
The medical officer informed Jyn they were going to reverse the coma and let the Captain come to on his own. He was healing well, which was about the only good news she'd had in a great long while, and any further assessment would have to be done while he was awake. So she'd perched in a very uncomfortable chair at his bedside, watching like a hawk for signs of life. He was going to wake up to a nasty shock, and maybe she wouldn't be a help in that regard. But at the very least she could make sure he would be fine before disappearing into the ether, back to the hard scrabble in the shadow of the Empire.