DRABBLES | ocs, canon, x reader

ETA: 10 minutes , sequel to caf-addicts' meet-cute

we're gonna play a game called: how much of this did i make up for fun an convenience, and how much of it is an au that i'm building?

warning for major character injury
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you quieted your shuddering breath as you pressed yourself into the shadows of the alleyway. 10 minutes. your beacon was active. general skywalker was tracking your position. you only had to make it 10 more minutes.
a footstep echoed through the mouth of the alleyway, the sound cutting through the thundering in your ears.

10 minutes seemed like a long time.

a figure passed by where you were, moving slowly and low to the ground. the figure held a rifle, aiming it as they swept the area with a flashlight. you grasped the necklace in your hand tighter, the metal digging into your hand, and uttered a silent prayer. the flashlight stopped short of you, and the figure moved on.

you breathed out, your lungs screaming.

nine minutes left.
you typed out a comm message, not wanting to even try to speak aloud.

hurry please
i don't know how long i can hide

it was a second before you received a  response.

sorry. the coruscant guard are swarming the area. meet me at these coords

the coords led you to the heart of gungatown, only a level or two down.
it might be safer to take a main route, one flooded with people.

you moved out of your hiding spot hesitantly, stepping slowly. your boots were silent in the alleyway.
a maintenance hatch should bring to to a speederway sidewalk. you crossed the alleyway quickly, activating the maintenance hatch terminal and slicing through the code with ease. your hands fumbled.

you froze. you had made too much noise. the maintenance hatch slid open and you slammed the close button before launching yourself through it, hearing footsteps racing towards you. you sprinted down the maintenance shaft, and a blaster bolt found its mark in your upper arm, sending hot jolts of pain through your body. you slammed at the access panel and stumbled into a speederway sidewalk.

your shoulder stung and you put a hand to it, finding blood.

it hadn't been a blaster— it was a slugthrower. bounty hunters had a reputation for being nasty. you pushed on the wound to help slow the bleeding, an involuntary whimper dragging itself from your throat.

you started down the sidewalk, avoiding people so as to not jostle your shoulder. gungatown was only a lift ride and a block away. you practically ran through the crowd, weaving through.

you slipped into a lift right as it closed. the lift was uncomfortably quiet. a rhodian man stared at you. "you're bleeding."

"i'm on my way to a hospital," you lied. you ground your teeth as it throbbed.

"you've been shot by a slugthrower." he moved to touch you. "i'm a doctor, i can—" you jerked away, backing directly into the lift wall and crying out in pain. "i'm sorry."

"i'm fine. you don't have to help." he nodded. the lift open and you darted out. his eyes never left you.

coruscant never slept. the topside rose and fell with the sun, but everything beneath buzzed with constant activity, people thundering like blood through the speederways of the planet.
it was easy to meld into the crowd. you had being doing it for years.

the bleeding arm made it a little harder. it pulsed and throbbed under your grasp, blood oozing from between your fingers.

you felt dizzy, each step coming a little more unsteady. you leaned against a wall, trying to breathe, get your heart to stop threatening to break out of your rib cage.