You had been injured during flight training and Xaden was losing his shit. Someone had purposely been targeting you.

He made his way to the infirmary, his eyes searching for you. When he found you, you were lying on a bed all bandaged up.

He scanned your face, taking in all the injuries. You looked pissed off and uncomfortable.

“You alright?” He asked as he crossed his arms.

He was going to kill whoever had hurt you.