With a sigh of relief, Techie closes his eyes. “I’ll try,” he promises. Recovery is never an easy road. “When I’m b-better, can you show me around? Can I m-meet your friends?”
He’s worried and scared, that much is true. But a new start? That’s priceless. Techie resolves not to screw it up. He’ll make nice with all of Armitage’s friends and coworkers.
Techie backed up onto the bed again, gaze never leaving MD-38. The droid would have sighed with relief if it could!
Hux’s question brought him back to reality. His smile faltered and Techie rubbed at them, as if thinking of the red irritation around his eyes made it worse.
“I g-got along with whatever drops I could find around, but nothing ever h-helped much.” He’d need a professional transplant, more than anything, to fix the tangled mess of nerves and muscles left behind by MaMa’s cruelty. Techie gagged, the thought making him feel sick. His hand shot out to grab at Hux’s sleeve as an emotional anchor.
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