Baze wakes up in his own bed, and immediately glances around for Chirrut. His arm and chest have been tightly wrapped, and the wounds still seep through the bandages. His pain is a dull ache spreading from his head to his toes. He struggles to sit up, and then spots his friend in the bed next to him, asleep.
"Chirrut?" he says, slipping out of bed and shaking his friend's shoulder. "Chirrut, wake up."
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Date: 2017-04-05 08:44 am (UTC)"Chirrut?" he says, slipping out of bed and shaking his friend's shoulder. "Chirrut, wake up."