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//Future Etta- i hope you are liking the rewritten version! I rewrote this one at like one in the morning so i appologize if its even worse than the original lmao. The next chapter hasn't been rewritten yet, so thats why its in first person and probably sucks ass. Sorry if you get confused, ive changed a few things in these first chapters, so if something strange comes up that doesn't make an ounce of sense, know that I have not yet changed it. I would also like ot thank you so much for reading! Its always been a dream of mine to make people happy, or even just feel something, with my writing. Thank you all for helping me fulfill my dream! I feel like I haven't said it enough how much I love all of you!//

The nurse ran through the halls, stopping for no general or officer. It was only her second week on the job, and she was late. An emergency occurred in the infirmary, causing her to have to stay over time. Anxiety and regret writhed in her stomach as she neared his room.Maybe he won't be angry... After a few days, he began relaxing a wee bit, but not so much that it would be considered vulnerable. Though, nothing he did was as strange as what he had done the first night she had met him. Perhaps it was the morphine. Perhaps it was late and he was just tired. Perhaps it was nothing. ... it was nothing.

She opened the door, not waiting for a response from him. "You're late." Was all he had said, sitting on his bed already unclothed with his respirator mask still on.

"My lord, I am so sorry. There was an emergency- they made me stay. They wouldn't let me leave. I came as quick as I could." The nurse rambled in the awkward way that she did, hoping that he would find it in his heart to leave her unpunished. She stood in front of him, trembling as she always seemed to do, as he shifted to the edge of the bed. He swung his legs over over the edge of the bed and let his feet softly hit the carpeted floor. "Dear god, you are acting like you personally insulted me. You are fine, next time tell them to take it up with me before thinking that their judgment overrules mine. Now, get on with it." He spoke in the same artificial voice, and she nodded her head in understanding. She readied the oxygen mask as he took a deep breath and removed the respirator, setting it aside and putting on the mask. He took a deep breaths, as though he had never had the luxury of breathing fresh air. His breathing rate returned to normal, and he returned to staring at the nurse like he always did- but for some odd reason, today was different, It was not so much that he was staring at her, but it looked as though he was trying to read her.

After a few minutes of feeling his gaze burn into her, she glanced over the clipboard she was looking over, and he began to speak. "Nurse, I never got your name."

She quickly looked back at the clipboard. "Amar." Looking over the stats, it was hard for her to believe that he could even hold himself up straight.

"I know your last name, of course. Im talking about your first name. What do people call you?" It struck her as odd that he didn't piece together that she didn't have a first name- in fact, no one except people of high authority had names. The "small people" only had an arrangement of letters and/or numbers. Nurse Amar was graced enough to be given her surname, being told that it would make patients know that she was a real person and not a robot or clone.

"No. 'Amar' was all that they gave me after the wiped my memory." Amar was far too young to remember when she was a kid, or so she thought. She couldn't be sure, since they wiped her memory anyway. She always remembered being in the Empire, being in training and such, it wasn't until she was told that she was from another place that she realized that she wasn't even born there. She tried not to think about her parents, but the thought that they may still be out there gave her some shimmering ray of hope that she might be rescued some day.

He nodded, pressing further. "What planet do you come from? I can tell you aren't really from here, like a lot of the troopers are. Your face is softer, and kinder. You eyes are ones that have seen freedom- seldom here have." Was that supposed to be a compliment? She shook it off.