The next morning, Feiyun softly knocked on Ryker's door. She was uncharacteristically nervous as she thought about what could have happened. Normally, when she went to see soldiers that had come back from missions, she was calm. Composed. Feiyun had gained a reputation from never being rattled and staying focused, no matter what type of injury it was.
This, however, felt different. She squeezed the small plush in her hands nervously, trying to calm her breathing. Feiyun knew about the bias that could come as a medical professional from treating someone close to them. But none of the articles had mentioned how overwhelming the nervousness and fear could be.
She gently placed the plush in her bag, making sure the small head perked out, and adjusted the necklace slightly, before saying quietly, "Ryker? Are you awake?"
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The knock on his door is what woke him up. Ryker had already woken up once from the alarms around base, but had fallen back asleep when he decided it wasn’t in his interests to get up. But the knock and Feiyun’s voice were enough for him to drag his body from his bed and trudge towards the door.
Ryker hesitated for a moment before opening the door a crack, eyes meeting Feiyun’s. He spotted the necklace on her, and it made his chest flutter wonderfully. (He knew she’d look gorgeous with that.)
“…hey,” Ryker mumbled, voice barely above a whisper — it hurt too much to talk properly. “‘M sorry… didn’t wait f’r you in th’.. hangar.”
