I was slowly healing - my hands and my legs from my knees down were still wrapped in gauze, but all things considered, I was ahead of schedule. At least, that's what the doctors said.
Sanis, my newly discovered half-brother, had taken Layla and left. I'd been on my own a week, and let me tell you - life with the Rebel Alliance isn't very exciting. I'd been resting for days. Supposedly I wasn't healed up enough to start physical therapy yet.
So I lay around in the med ward which was mostly deserted except for the droids, and worried about scars. The med droid had assured me that the chances of me being scarred for life were very low, especially considering what they could do with skin grafts these days.
Yeah, that was reassuring.
I turned over another sabbac card with my bandaged hand, playing a complicated game of solitaire on my lap.
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