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When he came to again, he was flat on his back in what he recognized as medical. He was surprised to find he wasn’t strapped down; he was merely swaddled in blankets, heat packs tucked under his arms and over his chest and against his groin, heat lamps perched over him on their stands. He still felt cold to his bones.

It was dim enough for him to see. The monitors were turned away from him, diffusing their light before it reached him. The door was closed. The other beds were empty - but the bed next to his had a visitor, slumped in his chair, facing Plo. Wolffe’s face was twisted up in his sleep. He radiated pain. Plo tried to turn himself over, managing to free his arm enough to reach out and just barely brush the tip of his finger against Wolffe’s knee, and the nightmare unraveled.

“General,” someone said, and Plo jerked away. “You shouldn’t do that.”

It was Sinker. He was half out of armor, chestplate and vambraces missing, arms held loosely - deliberately - by his sides.

“I’m sorry,” Plo whispered. “He seemed - hurt.”

“You’re hurt too,” said Sinker.

“I’m fine,” Plo said automatically, even though he knew it wasn’t, strictly speaking, true. Sinker winced.

“Get - Can you get your arm back under the covers?” he asked. A muscle jumped in his jaw. Plo tensed, even though the Force said nothing. He pulled his hand back in against his chest. Sinker sighed. “I’ll, uh, let someone know you’re awake.”

He disappeared again through what must have been an antechamber, since there was no light that came in as he left and Plo couldn’t imagine the entire ship was kept in comfortable dark. It wasn’t nearly long enough before he returned with Catch in tow, his bag of tricks slung over his shoulder. Sinker went to hover by Wolffe, and Catch pulled up a chair to bring himself to eye level just out of reach.

“Am I your prisoner still?” Plo asked.

“No!” Sinker said before Catch could answer. He clapped a hand over his mouth and hunched over.

“No, General,” said Catch, quiet and measured. It was the voice he used when he was delivering bad news. “You’re safe. I know it might be hard to believe, but you’re safe now. Are you in pain?”

There was a flash of terror that Plo squashed belatedly. It distracted him enough that he didn’t realize what he’d said until Catch flinched. No, master. “I’m sorry,” he said, ducking his head.

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