“Hey, hey, shh. You’re okay, you’re okay, I’m here…”
Jyn cradles Cassian’s head in her lap, pushing back his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. It’s completely dark, but she can feel how wet and hot his skin is with each touch. As the sound of stormtrooper boots pass overhead, she clutches his upper body closer to her chest, trying to muffle the sounds of his fevered moaning.
There’s a crick in her neck from how she’s hunched over, the low ceiling of their hiding spot pushing down on her shoulders and forcing her to bend nearly in half. The two of them just barely manage to fit in the crawlspace together; Cassian’s knees are nearly touching the roof from where he lays, his body half on top of her with no space between them and the walls.
“You’re doing so well,” she murmurs, bending down to whisper in his ears, ignoring the tightness of her chest. “You just have to keep quiet, Cassian. Just a little longer, okay?”
One of her hands creeps toward his mouth, just in case. Every small whimper that passes from his lips could potentially be the cause of their discovery. With each passing second, she’s more and more worried that the ‘troopers are going to discover them in the hole underneath the floor. Every time they step onto the hidden door, boots stomping overhead, she waits with bated breath, wondering if this is going to be the time that they’re found.
In. Out. Breathe.
Cassian’s health isn’t the only thing she has to think about; Jyn’s never been good in small spaces, not since the cave and the bunker and her Wobani cell. Her partner’s condition is the only reason she hasn’t spiraled down into a panic attack – though the longer they stay down here, the harder it gets to keep herself calm.
“Jyn…?”
“I’m here,” she breathes, repeating the same sentiments she’s been mumbling for the past twenty minutes. At least he’s maintained consciousness; she would be much more worried had he passed out. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”
“Hurts…”
Her heart breaks. “I know, love, I know. I wish I could do something to help. Whatever they dosed you with should – “ she stops, squeezing her eyes shut as voices sound above. When it grows quiet again, she continues, “It should pass soon. We’ll be okay, you just have to keep quiet…”
“Small – small spa–space…”
The reminder of her anxiety has her clenching her jaw, but she tries to release the tension in her body as not to worry him. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
It’s a lost cause – he always worries about her, just as she does him – but her reassurances quiet him in the face of his fevered delirium. He tucks his head into her stomach, curling impossibly closer to her. Carefully, so not to jostle him too much, she presses a gentle, barely-there kiss to his matted hair.
I love you, goes unsaid with the action. Thank you for worrying about me.
For now, the two sit in silence, the only sound being their breathing – hers tight and short, his pained and shaky.
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