The next morning Creed woke up slowly, groaning softly under his breath. The pain was less than the day before, but it hadn't left. He glanced blearily to the left to see the medic's already had the morphine cranked to it's highest setting. He couldn't have any more without ODing, which meant he'd have to push through the pain.
He closed his eyes for a moment before feeling some movement at his side and he cracked his eyes, looking over as Chaos woke up as well, yawning and pressing deeper into Creed's side. That caused his ribs to shift a little but Creed suppressed the moan of pain and just wrapped his arm around Chaos tighter. He slowly reached up to rub through Chaos perpetually wild hair and smiled a little.
"H-Hey vod'ika..." he whispered softly, watching as Chaos lifted his head and rubbed at his eyes. The boy looked up at him, yawning again and starting to sit up.
"Creed?" he asked, blinking away sleep as he sat up. Creed nodded quietly and smiled at him.
"Yeah, it's me," he said. "Tired much?"
Chaos nodded and rubbed his face before he looked around the room. He looked at the time and his eyes widened a little as he then started off the bed but paused and turned back to hug Creed loosely.
"I have to go, I have training," he said.
Creed wrapped his arm around him in return and kissed his head, ruffling his hair. That earned a slightly annoyed sound of protest from Chaos but Creed did it anyway.
"Go on, I'll be here when you come back," he said, only hoping he could keep that promise. He didn't seem to be the best at remembering things lately, but he thought he could hold out a few hours at least till Chaos was on break and could maybe come see him.
"I'll come to see you every chance I get," Chaos promised and pulled back, heading quickly for the door. Creed smiled and nodded, watching him leave. Then he leaned his head back, reaching to rub his head. The headache seemed to have subsided and he could think clearer now, but there was still a bit of a dull throbbing at the back of his skull.
He was about to close his eyes to try and rest a little longer when he heard the door irs open and he looked up some to see a couple of medics entering the room. Immediately he felt the need to run, fear cropping up in the front of his mind again. He could hear a small voice starting to whisper and he closed his eyes, shoving the voice back and trying to drown out his fear. Yes, he didn't like the medics much, but they weren't here to kill him. If they were they would've done it already.
"He's doing better than last night. His vitals seem to have calmed down. I'm not sure if we should leave him loose, though," one of the medics said. Creed cracked his eyes some, listening to the conversation between the two.
"He's a lot calmer now, but I see what you mean. After last night, it might be safer."
One of the medics glanced over and seemed to notice Creed was awake. A brief look of fear crossed his face before he timidly moved over to speak to Creed.
"Hey, your vitals are better. If you stay here you should finish healing in a few weeks, but..."
Creed searched the man's face, glancing at the other medic as well. Both of them looked scared of him, almost like they were ready to run at a moment's notice.
"W-What h-happened last night?" Creed asked after a long moment, frowning softly. "I-I c-can't remember..."
That almost seemed to bring a look of relief to one of the medic's but the other shifted a little closer to the door. The first stepped next to the bed, his expression grim as he answered.
"You killed ten people last night in your escape from the medbay. Five more were severely wounded and they're in critical," he said.
Creed looked down, able to hear the small whispering in the back of his head again. He shook his head to shoo it away but he couldn't escape the heavy feeling in his chest. He'd hurt people, innocent people. He swallowed hard.
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Star Wars: Scars
Fanfiction"The greatest of men are those with a thousand scars. Because great men are forged in the healing of a thousand wounds." Clone Trooper Assasin Creed has spend half his life training and fighting a war for the Republic, but not by their rules. He's s...