notconflicted | Coruscant- Friday

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Coruscant- Friday

The longer Atton had been gone, the more Sia had worried. He was perfectly capable, he didn't need her worrying, so she'd been Sia about it and gone about things like everything was fine.

And then earlier this week she got a message that told her that her instinct was correct. She made sure there was a bed ready in the medical ward, she made sure she'd be notified the instant that he arrived, and then she just had to wait.

It'd been a tense few days for her.

When he actually arrived, Sia got word pretty quickly. A medical team was on the way already since they didn't know what state he'd be in, though when she got there she saw that he'd made it to one of the inner hallways before they got to him. Of course he did.

[For that guy!]

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Her reaction would have involved more eye rolls if not for, you know, the head injury.

"When did this start?"

"Right after I got to that planet," Atton said. "Thought it had to be... whatever was going on there..."

"It would make sense," she said thoughtfully. "Are you still hearing her?"

"I was when I got here," Atton said, squinting at the ceiling. "Right now it's quiet."

"All right. Will you tell me if you hear her again?"

Not that she knew what to do about it if he did. But she was absolutely going to worry.

Atton sighed. "Sure," he said. "But I can, like. Handle her. Stupid Kreia..."

Stupid Kreia which was probably really stupid his subconscious torturing him about stupid everything.

"I know you can," she said, and mostly meant it, aside from not knowing what exactly it was.

But of course she had to ask, "What is she saying?"

"Just lecturing me all the time about literally everything I do, as per usual," Atton said.

Totally not evasively.

"Mm hm."

She'd known him a while.

Atton... would ignore that.

In favor of asking a question he didn't really want an answer to.

"Have you heard from Sparkle at all?"

"I haven't," Sia said, almost apologetic. "I don't know that I'd be someone he would reach out to."

Atton let out a long, drawn-out sigh, and returned his attention to the ceiling.

"Yeah."

"It doesn't necessarily mean anything," she told him. She was sure that wouldn't help, but it was still true.

I don't know what to do now. Tell me what to do.

Atton's eyes slid shut, pushing the thought down. Remember? That's what she kept needling you about.

"Probably not," he said, after a moment.

"What do you need right now?" Sia asked quietly.

"A hard drink, a soft pillow, and maybe some attractive Imperial Knights, since you're going to have them stalk me anyway?" Atton asked.

He really just wanted her to tell him what to do, but there was no way in seven Sith hells he'd ask.

"The first will have to wait at least until you've been in bacta, I'm sure, the second I can arrange, and I may be doing some of the stalking personally."

She worried.

"So at least the attractive part is handled," Atton said. "Nice, that's service."

"I'm glad I meet that standard in this difficult time," Sia said wryly.

"You're welcome," Atton said, shifting a little and wincing. "Any time you want a compliment."

"You must have a head injury if you're giving those away," she teased. "I should make sure they're readying a tank."

Because if they didn't ASAP she would raise hell.