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clonethire · 11 months
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Bleeding Love
so I have a draft I wanted to post but I dont know if it will be a series or just snippets... the reader is intented to be female even if its not stated- 
anyways enjoy this little star wars drabble :)
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reader is a togruta like Ahsoka is... the idea is that she is the padawan from Obi Wan but I have to figure out how to proced...
Reki is the same age as Ahsoka but the complete opposite from Ahsoka in form of character. 
Commander Thire x f.reader
Warnings: angst and a bit fluff
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Word count: 2111
its ending on sort of a cliffhanger ;)
Beeping. White light. Silence.
That was all I saw or heard when I was conscious from time to time. I couldn’t remember what or even when it happened. All that I knew was, that my whole body was achingly sore.
And every kriffing time when I tried to stir awake the darkness would already be wating for me. To pull me into its endless depths.
It was the sixth time in a row when I was capable of opening my eyes. The once steady beeping of the machine spiked up. Blinding white lights greeted me with a harsh welcome. The desire to close my eyes was great.
Grumbling and huffing I sat up against the uncomfortable cushions off the cot I was laying on. The beeping of the machine grew steadily and for a moment I wondered what happened to the person who was connected to it.
But that was before I looked down and saw with a blurry vision that I was the pour soul who was connected to the machine. I tried to rub my eyes in hope that Ahsoka was pulling another prank on me with her force abilities but when I moved my hand to my face I could see the needles poking out from my skin.
My stomach throbbed with pain and again I wondered where my pain meds were. Weird circular sticky things were sticking out from under my dress that someone had put me in, because I couldn't remember wearing anything like that in public.
My head was spinning and a headache was slowly but surely making itself known.
Short flashes of images flashed through my head and almost made me throw up. My heartbeat increased and the beeping of the machine got higher and higher.
Bile rose in my throat and before I could stop myself I threw up all over the floor. Tears rolled over my cheeks and my throat was unfamiliar dry. Coughing I blinked warily and found a glass of water on the desk beside me. My hands shook as I took the glass in my hands and before I could drink a sip the glass fell out of my hands due to my shaking.
More frustrated tears ran down my cheeks and left a hot trail.
With a sudden clank the curtain was ripped open and before I could react properly a body threw itself onto me and for a second I couldn’t breathe.
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