After months of not writing, I’m finally working on something again that I’m pretty excited about, so here’s an angsty flashback snippet from that WIP! This is possibly for Codywan Week, we’ll see how it goes :)
(Also Cody is fine after this, I promise <3)
“Not worth it, General,” he grunts. Cody already knows he’s a goner. He doesn’t know why Kenobi, smart as he is, can’t see it. “Go. Help our men.”
“I am helping our men,” Kenobi grunts, a flash of blue deflecting a bolt of red.
Cody feels himself sag further into Kenobi’s side, shaking his head. Deliriously, he finds himself regretting that he must be ruining Kenobi’s gloves with the stain of his own blood, where the Jedi’s hand is applying pressure to his wound.
A shell exploding in the distance sends Cody’s ears ringing, a welcome distraction from the agony in his side. There’s voices around him, muffled and strange, but he swears he hears one say “Take care of him.”
What a stupid thing to say. Cody will always take care of his General. He fumbles for his footing, before losing it entirely as he finds himself lifted into a strong pair of arms. As careful as he somehow knows the maneuver is, he still bites out a cry as the tattered skin on his abdomen twists and shifts under Kenobi’s hand, the Jedi cradling him close as he starts running.
“Ghost is cleaning this up, and I’m getting you out of here, Commander.”
There’s no panic in Kenobi’s tone, but Cody feels it anyway.
“G’n’rl,” he slurs, fighting through bleary eyes to stare up at his General. Kenobi isn’t looking at him, instead he’s staring ahead with deep focus and intent. “K’nobi. Obi-Wan.”
At that, Kenobi doesn’t stop running but he does look down with wide, beautiful eyes. Cody could get lost in the blue of them forever.
His chest seizes, as he knows that today, he just might.
“Need to tell you, G’n’rl, I’ve— always wanted to tell you, I— how I’ve— ”
He tries to shake his head, but all he manages to do is press himself further into Kenobi’s shoulder. “Please, Obi-Wan, le’ me— ”
“No, my dear. No confessions. You’re not dying Cody, not today. Do you understand me?”
Kenobi’s voice manages to cut sharply through the chaos of the battlefield, and yet it falls soft on Cody’s ears. He says it with such certainty, with such conviction, that Cody can’t help but believe him.
It’s with such certainty, that Cody allows himself to let go of his desperate, fumbling words as he falls into unconsciousness.
