“So, you’re absolutely positive that you aren’t hurt?” Rex asked, His tanned face black as he stared at you, not believing you’re lies of ‘uH.. i’M tOtAlLy fInE’.

You glanced up at him. Keeping your injured arm stiff as the numbing burn of a lightsaber had previously singed your arm.

Rex sighed. He pushed you onto the floor- somewhat gently- before grabbing a med-kit.

“Stay still, commander.” Rex said gruffly, kneeling to you and spraying bacta on your burn.