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It took everything Lana had to get Alysle to see Theron in the kolto tank, and by then there was little superficial evidence to suggest he’d nearly died. There was still bruising around his throat from where Atrius had choked him, and although most of his face was covered by the breathing mask Alysle knew his nose was going to be crooked for the rest of his life.
Their footsteps echoed on the floor of the medbay until they stood in front of the kolto tank, biting their lip to keep from crying. They thought they had cried all they could over the past few days, but seeing the love of their life like this, after everything he’d done, everything they themself had done to get him back. . . .
Their knees nearly buckled when Theron’s eyes cracked open. When he saw who it was, they widened, and Alysle could hear the beeps of his heart rate begin to speed up on the monitor. Something in their face must have betrayed their hurt and desperation, because he looked away.
Their wedding rings clinked when they pressed their hand against the glass.
He looked up, surprise evident in every scarred line of his face. Kolto swished as he carefully moved his hand from where it floated by his side so that it pressed against theirs on the other side of the tank. Their eyes met.
Alysle could see the guilt in his expression, his posture, and with his mental shielding down in the haze of kolto, they could feel it radiating off of him through the Force. But there was something cutting through it all, something underneath it.
Love.
He loved them.
Their fingers curled. They wanted answers, needed answers, needed to talk to him before they could answer the question in his eyes. But seeing as he couldn’t speak. . . .
Alysle mouthed I know, before turning and leaving the medbay.
They didn’t visit him in the tank again.