Dar'solus [Captain Rex x reader]

Chapter 18 - Aliit ori'shya tal'din

!!TW!! - contains descriptions of a panic attack! If sensitive, please skip over the very first paragraph to where the dialouge picks up!!

Mando'a:

"Aliit ori'shya tal'din" - "Family is more than blood"

"Vor entye." - "Thank you." literally; "I accept a debt."

"Verd ori'shya beskar'gam." - "A warrior is more than his armour." 

Once again I shot up from my bed covered in sweat as I felt tears running down my cheeks. Another nightmare. But this time, it was a replay of my worst memory from that dreaded day. Nothing had changed. It felt like I was reliving the entire experience again. I had a pounding headache and the anxiety had a crushing hard grip on my throat. It felt like I couldn't breathe as I was completely frozen by the overwhelming pain that the memory brought. I was hyperventilating and I wanted to scream but nothing would come out. Grabbing at my head I tried to make it stop but nothing could silence the screams and the whispers of my father's final words. The images of him being killed by my uncle wouldn't go away and only added to the panic as I spiralled out of control. I was hunched over on my bed hyperventilating and crying as I clawed on my throat in a feeble attempt to remove the tight grip. In my panicked state I heard a muffled sound coming from my door. Everything around me, including sounds, were unfocused as my mind couldn't see through the fog of panic. Trying to focus on the sounds I could make out that someone was banging on my door whilst repeating my name. I tried to force out a cry for help but nothing was heard. My mind tried to drown me in the memories that played over and over again as I fought against them. I tried to crawl to the door but my body refused to cooperate in its frozen state. So all I was able to do was fall down on the floor. Laying on my stomach I weakly stretched my hand out towards the door as I felt the pounding in my head get louder than the pounding on the door. My breaths were still short and forced as the anxiety tightened around my throat even more, making black dots appear in my vision. Somehow I was able to faintly hear the door unlocking and rushed footsteps closing in before they dropped on their knees next to me as I was about to pass out. A hand was placed on my temple and a bit of my panic and anxiety started slipping away. It was like someone drained the worst part of it away. As it went away I regained my full vision. Now that I didn't have the beskar hard grip on my throat I gasped for air to fill my lungs. A strong arm went around my waist to lift my upper body up as a second one went around my shoulders and placed a hand on the back of my head. They held me against their chest as I buried my face into their neck and clung to them with the little strength I had left. I was able to breath normally now and took ragged breaths between my crying. They rubbed my back soothingly,

"Shhh, (Y/N). You're safe here."

sniffling, I whispered with a broken voice,

"Ani?"

"I'm here (Y/N)."

clinging onto him as he held me I cried even more whilst trying to speak,

"the- the dream it- w-was so r-real I--"

"Shhh, (Y/N), no need to explain. Focus on your breathing and you can tell me later."

not having the voice to speak anymore I just nodded into his shoulder. I had buried my face in the crook of his neck as we sat there on the floor in each others arms. The pounding headache had eased down to a dull throbbing and the screams and whispers were gone. I could thankfully close my eyes without seeing the dead body of my father. He sat there with me until I stopped crying and took deep breaths. When I felt calmer I pulled away from him and let my hands drop into my lap. His hands were on my shoulders as he observed me. Clearing my throat I looked up and met his worried but warm eyes,