fic: surfacing

Kit swims up toward the light, and surfaces to the muffled sensation that means he's been given the good drugs. His limbs are heavy, as if cast from duracrete, and there's a deep ache in his abdomen that hints at a long recovery. Still, despite that he can barely feel the Force through the chems in his blood, there's a warm familiar hand clasping his. For Kit, that's reassurance enough that all is well. Mace would be off doing his Master Windu act if there was trouble. That he's here, instead, at Kit's bedside tells Kit their people are safe.

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