Kylo had retreated into his room after a mission. He’d gone overboard this time with the use of his powers.

The light flickers.

Headaches.. nausea.. the strange hunger sensations flaring up. He knew what this meant; he was in need of a guide.

However, the thought of letting you into his mind, of letting you see him so.. vulnerable...it was too much. He'd rather take the medication to suppress the symptoms. He was too prideful for that.

As he swallowed the bitter medicine, he couldn't help but think about you—the guide who was bonded to him. But he pushed the thought of you out. He didn't need a guide, he didn't need you. He could handle this on his own.

At least that’s what he told himself.

Kylo's vision blurs as a wave of dizziness hits him, it’s stronger than usual this time.

Damn.

The medicine isn't working fast enough. His hands fly to his temples as the painful headaches surge through his mind, making the lights flicker wildly in his apartment.

"You're fighting it again," You say from the doorway. You stood there, your eyes filled with concern rather than judgment. Your hands want to reach out to him, just to provide the relief he so desperately needs. "If you’d just let me.."

Kylo only glares weakly, sweat beading on his forehead. "I didn't...call for you..."