It wasn’t often that you got hurt. Well, perhaps it was, but not often enough for you to get any better at being a patient in the medbay.
It wasn’t a skill you’d familiarised yourself with at least.
But alas, here you sat with what seemed to be a mild concussion, and a tired medic trying not to snap at your dazed questions.
In between you almost passing out and gagging consistently, Kix had handed you a small survey to fill out, as opposed to him having to listen to constant babble of symptoms you thought were relevant. It was easy; simple questions referring to the incident and the physicality’s of your condition to help doctors diagnose you, yet you’d apparently never seen a more confusing exam than this one.
“‘Am I still bleedin’?” You spoke, looking up from the thin paper in your hands, having not intelligibly answered a single question.
“You never were.” Kix answered in an unattentive huff. He would’ve ordinarily said something funnier; a short quip if anything, but that would only be if he wasn’t currently trying to find some way of sorting out your concussion without going crazy. It’d been a long day. “Finish that, please?” He asked, pleading.
“But my lip?” A short and stifiled laugh followed your panicked reply.
“Rex, is my lip bleeding?” You asked again. Comically confused.
“No, it’s not. It only bled a little bit for a short while.” The captain grinned. That shit-eating grin he did whenever you did something he could later make fun of. And oh how he would.
“Oh.” You uttered. “Right, well can I go?”
Your feet swung off the bed (whether you wanted them to or not) but as you attempted to stand, you toppeled over and into Rex’s quickly un-crossing arms.
“Kriff.” You muttered.
“Stop falling for the Captain.” Kix smiled as his head popped back up from his medical cabinets.
“Oh.” You laughed, a slightly childish giggle having not gotten the joke just yet. “Oh wait… no.”
“C’mon, sit back down. Kix, go back to being tired and busy.” Rex tried to use his ‘Captain’ tone, but it fell down rather quickly as his tilted brow was replaced with yet another shit-eating grin.
“Yessir.” The reply sounded.
Kix shuffled out of the room, looking for a bacta pack Rex assumed, and left you two alone.
“Rex, stop staring.” You muttered after a moment had passed, still trying to decipher the paper in your hands.
“S’rry C’yare.” Even in your state, that nickname still gave you a spark in your stomach. “Tryna’ see if your gonna pass out.”
You laughed lightly, shaking your head as you answered a few of the questions.
“Captain Medic.” You jibed with a giggle.
“Wouldn’t it be Medic Rex?” Rex laughed again.
Now you did look up; creased brows but with a smile.
“Shut up.”
And he did. The Captain left you to work on your minor test paper as he sat down and examined his own wounds.
You’d both been in 79’s when the incident occurred; partly the reason why Kix was acting so sour.
Neither you or Rex could remember specifically the cause of the disagreement, but he’d guess it was someone disrespecting the GAR. It wasn’t unheard of, certainly.
But nonetheless, you’d thrown the first punch, been unable to fight properly with the warmth of alcohol still hugging your senses, and landed directly on the sticky bar floor with a concussion.
After that you couldn’t remember, but Rex would later tell you how you ‘swooned’ when he picked you up to take you to Kix. You’d blush, but not that much. It wasn’t the first time you’d openly ‘swooned’ for the Captain, nor would it be the last. And he’d be the exact same, so really there wasn’t much to blush about. Still…
“I’m gonna need that form now.” Kix walked back into the small medbay room carrying a new cup of caf, having emptied the last one in record speed. Rex’s deductions had been wrong; no wonder, he was struggling to deny the effect his few drinks had had on him.
You nodded with an aloof frown on your face. “Oh, right, yeah.”
After scanning over your answers one last time, you handed the paper over to the medic.
Kix sipped his drink, placed it next to where the Captain was sat, or slumped, and took the paper from your outstretched hand.
He read it for a moment, then laughed. It was the sort of laugh that didn’t come after something funny, instead it was born more so out of complete exasperation.
“Rex, I’m getting some aspirin, you do this.” He ‘laughed’ again.
At this the Captain jolted upright again, and took the paper.
You watched the exchange, slightly confused, and then watched again as your medic walked into the corridor once more. You couldn’t tell if the aspirin was for you or him.
“Cyare.” Rex grinned; the shit-eating one, as always.
“What?”
“How did you fail a survey?”
It was going to be a long night, for all three of them. Though, perhaps less so for the poor medic, the experience was not all bad. Not when Rex had such a constant stream of entertainment from his favourite source.
Love your drabble "Cold" with our beloved Captain!!! Could I request a continuation with jedi!reader and Rex and the prompt “well, i’m pretty irresistible”?
yessss!! i’m so glad u liked it! i do love a good jedi!reader x rex to keep me going…
#28 -> “well, i’m pretty irresistible”
from this prompt list
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Rex wasn’t one for end-of-mission celebrations. You found that typical; he worked too hard during them, then refused to relax after them.
You’d sometimes go out to 79s with your men after a long mission, and often drag Rex along with you. It had almost become tradition; watching as Fives and Jesse drank themselves silly and became dancers for the night. During this mission especially, you had craved the warmth of the bar and the liquor it served. Something about freezing cold temperatures had made you miss the buzz of a night out, and the idiotic temperament of clones who, even just for a night, felt free and young and fun.
But you turned down Echo’s sweet offer to join them once again. They’d awed and booed, but waved with smiles as they left in one big clambering pack. You’d laughed. Your body was too tired to dance and drink.
“Going out tonight?” Rex asked as you entered his quarters. You dropped your bags dramatically, underlining the sigh that left your lips.
He was sitting at his desk, eyes glued to the datapad in his hands, but asked with adoring eyes as you jumped up to sit across from him on his desk.
“Nah.” You attempted to peak at the words displayed on the small device in his hands, but couldn’t quite see. “Well maybe.”
The Captain leant back in his chair to size up your expression.
You smiled as he glanced over your face, happy to be alone in his company.
“Maybe I’d prefer some time with a nonspecific Captain.”
He smirked as he crossed his arms over his chest and lent back further, now looking almost smug.
“He sounds lucky.”
“Yeah,” Your smile grew as you leant forward, closer to his grin. “he is so very lucky.”
Your faces were very close, comfortably close. There was something so sweet about relaxed attention that made you fall in love with love over and over again. You’d happily stay locked in his auburn eyes for as long as your eyelids would stay open; but tonight, you needed energy. Perhaps not 79’s energy, alcohol didn’t seem entirely appetising after your steady diet of caf and a shocking amount of ration packets, but certainly Coruscant.
Coruscant was beautiful, after all. Big cities full of life and chaos always were.
Your lips met in a chaste kiss, more loving than anything else. Happy to be alone together. Happy to be happy.
“I want to do something.” You prompted as you broke away, a grin sprouting. Your face didn’t move an inch, even with your spurt of excitement.
“Like what?” Rex asked, smiling. It was obvious from his face he was completely happy with just skipping over the kissing-part of your interaction.
“You know, like, go out.”
He laughed and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, admiring the light in your eyes.
“Are you asking me on a date, General?”
You rolled your eyes, but leant in to kiss him again, a hand now lingering on the side of his cheek. You paused, no more than a few centimetres away.
“Depends if you’d say yes.”
Now he almost rolled his eyes, closing the very small gap and planting a kiss against your smiling lips. You could tell by the way his mouth was curved that he was trying not to smile himself.
“I’d say yes.” Rex shrugged, attempting to be nonchalant. He leant back into his chair with a smug grin.
“Well of course you would, I am pretty irresistible.” It was your turn to be smug.
The Captain smiled, wild and in love, and laughed lightly.
“Then it’s a date.”
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ngl i’m half tempted to continue this lil drabble and actually write the ‘date’ itself…
HI defrosting this account for the winter season. I honestly just lost passion for writing BUT IM BACK. Gonna try and continue with my multi-chapter from earlier this year, tho may just forward a little (a have a few things in mind)
because it’s DECEMBER i shall do xmas clones. lemme know if anyone has anything they want as a gift from me to u for the festive season, i write for everyone and everything ❤️❤️❤️❤️
