She hadn't slept much since the assault on the Ranger HQ. Her burned arm had been treated minimally, with bacta bandages wrapped tightly and her arm immobilized. For once she had to be the dutiful patient. She didn't enjoy it at all, but didn't have enough in her to protest. Her head felt heavy, her eyes dry as she sat on the horribly uncomfortable chair nearest the bed, arms pillowing beneath her head as she rested it on the bed by his side.
It was the closest she could be without immediately touching, after all.
He had several people coming in and out, including the other female Ranger, Bast. For a moment, Ilana felt a bout of sickened jealousy; but then there was a resigned acceptance. Of course he earned the love of others... he was the sort of man that inspired goodness. However, she could hardly look at his face now without feeling a sick well of self-blame in the pit of her stomach. If only she had been there faster, actually gone with him when they were en route to Coruscant rather than offering to meet up later, if only, if only...
This litany of endless blame circled with the pain throbbing up her arm from the lightning. She refused to have painkillers; they dulled her empathic sense, and she had to keep her senses sharp whenever he would wake up. She would have to make a choice now, sooner or later, for his safety. She only hoped it was the right decision to choose, for both their sakes. She felt... an odd sensation in the back of her throat and in her chest just thinking about it, about the repercussions of that choice. He had a right to know, as well.
She could feel her eyes getting heavy, the price of nerves and a silent vigilance. She just had to wait, bide her time. There were so many things to talk about.
"Come back to me," she murmured once, quietly, before eyes slipped shut and she felt herself begin to drift. It had already been too long... how much longer until he would wake?
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It was the closest she could be without immediately touching, after all.
He had several people coming in and out, including the other female Ranger, Bast. For a moment, Ilana felt a bout of sickened jealousy; but then there was a resigned acceptance. Of course he earned the love of others... he was the sort of man that inspired goodness. However, she could hardly look at his face now without feeling a sick well of self-blame in the pit of her stomach. If only she had been there faster, actually gone with him when they were en route to Coruscant rather than offering to meet up later, if only, if only...
This litany of endless blame circled with the pain throbbing up her arm from the lightning. She refused to have painkillers; they dulled her empathic sense, and she had to keep her senses sharp whenever he would wake up. She would have to make a choice now, sooner or later, for his safety. She only hoped it was the right decision to choose, for both their sakes. She felt... an odd sensation in the back of her throat and in her chest just thinking about it, about the repercussions of that choice. He had a right to know, as well.
She could feel her eyes getting heavy, the price of nerves and a silent vigilance. She just had to wait, bide her time. There were so many things to talk about.
"Come back to me," she murmured once, quietly, before eyes slipped shut and she felt herself begin to drift. It had already been too long... how much longer until he would wake?
@TerranSteel