we’re just gonna pretend that the scarif headquarters isn’t as tall as we all thought it would be and it’s reasonable to survive that fall 😉
the next thing i’ll be posting is my rcss on the 26th, but i’m hoping to finish this up before i go back to school! the last chapter will (hopefully) wrap everything up<3 thank you all as always for reading
happy holidays everyone!
Cassian doesn’t remember hitting the ground.
He knows he’d shoved Jyn out of the way and took in a bullet in his shoulder meant for her – knows that because he can feel the wound throbbing in his shoulder – knows that he’d stumbled back out of Krennic’s office and tripped out the window. He can recall the feeling of the wind whipping through his hair, the panic rising up in his chest because he’s falling again and it’s too much like the last time and Jyn’s up there alone and he’s going to either get hurt beyond repair or die when he lands –
Jyn. He needs to get up, needs to get back into the building and get her out. Just because he had been lucky enough to survive doesn’t mean that she had – just because he hasn’t heard the gun go off for a second time doesn’t mean that Krennic hasn’t shot her too.
Reaching up, a shaky hand goes up to his ear, searching for his comm; he remembers Kay’s voice telling them too late that Krennic had entered the room, remembers his partner asking what’s going on and cursing that the cameras in the office had gone out…of course. He blinks rapidly, coming to another realization. During his fall, he’d lost his earpiece – now he has no way to contact the rest of the team and let them know that he’s survived.
A breath stutters in his lungs, painful but not hindered by fluid or blood, proving that at least there’s one positive in this abysmal situation. He’s had enough broken ribs to recognize that fucking awful ache and it doesn’t seem like any of the bones have punctured any important organs. As he regains a better sense of consciousness and his surrounds, he’s – fuck, he’s stuck in some sort of bush, like the sort that appears in a manicured garden that only rich Imperial douchebags would want in their front yard.
Before he can think about the pain that it might bring, he wheezes out a laugh at the incredulousness of his survival. For a second, he’s thankful for the waste and excess that the Empire flaunts so often; in this case, it’s saved his kriffing life.
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