The world came back to Rey in fragments; she'd been changed. No longer was she in that filthy brown dress. Clean linen scraped her skin, the sharp tang of tinctures stinging her nose, and the ache that bloomed across her back like fire waking from sleep as she slowly tried to move her fingers.
The ceiling overhead was a pale blur, and somewhere, metal tapped against glass in a steady rhythm, a nurse counting seconds she couldn't see.
"Rey."
Miller's voice dragged her fully into the room, and her eyes found him by her side. He sat too straight, elbows on his knees, fingers knotted together so tight his knuckles had gone bloodless. There was a split along one of them, a thin seam of dried red. He had been clenching something or himself.
"What were you thinking?" His question was low and
