Onboard the Finalizer, Kylo Ren came to in a fog, surfacing somewhere between oblivion and consciousness, and flailed against the pain. He knew from the sterile smell and the electronic voices of the medi-droids that he must be in some medevac unit and that he’d probably undergone surgery, but his drugged mind couldn’t work out why. Had there been an explosion? He struggled to reach a hand to his bandaged face, but the restraining bed held him fast. He’d been given just enough anesthesia to get him through the worst of the pain but no more. He tried to use the Force to free himself, but the drugs blocked the connection. He sank back, defeated and confused.
What had happened?
He drifted for a while on the inadequate narcotics until he heard a familiar female voice somewhere in the back of his mind.
“Oh, sweetie! I’m so…
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