Chirrut startles, his hand flying up to grab at the hand shaking him before he's truly awake. Then the identity of the voice calling him seeps through his sleep-addled brain.
"No, you should be resting, what are you doing up?" There's an almost frantic tone to his voice as he rises. "I'm not supposed to let you up, your wounds..."
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Date: 2017-04-05 08:53 am (UTC)"No, you should be resting, what are you doing up?" There's an almost frantic tone to his voice as he rises. "I'm not supposed to let you up, your wounds..."