eflat
Maybe she should have known, maybe it could have been something they discussed beforehand. Instead it was just his downfall, just another thing she could keep and regret and kick herself in the ass for. It shouldn't have happened.
But traps are sometimes too clever and she wasn't clever enough, so he paid for it. They both did.
She kinda feels like they're holding her together and she might actually be right about that after the beating she's taken. It wasn't pretty. Pain had made her mind fuzzy on the Citadel and it was bad again here, now.
She wonders why she isn't dead. And then she remembers her crew, worries about where they might be, and she stops thinking about the bandages holding her new skin and bone grafts in place, stops worrying about the crushed kneecap and amputated arm and internal bleeding and all of that bullshit she doesn't need. Pushing herself up to a sit position is painful enough she wants to scream, but instead she grits her teeth and gets the attention of the nearest doctor.
"Where's my ship?"
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