Let's do a time skip because if I didn't, this book would have a lot of boring filler chapters.

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Bodhi's P.O.V. 

It's quiet tonight. Not surprising, since everyone is asleep except me. I glance at the clock. Another forty-five minutes and then I'm out of here. Then Baze gets to watch Orson.

It was Lyra's idea to start watching Orson 24/7. Three days after the medical droids put him into a coma and hooked him up to a pile of medical devices (which was four days after Tarkin died), Orson's vitals went dead and panic broke out between everyone except Jyn, who was too dazed from her own experiences to be worried about Orson. Once Orson was revived and stabilized, Lyra divvied up assigned hours to each of the Rogue One crew and herself; two hours during the day, and two hours at night for each. Galen, Ryln and Malik didn't receive any shift times because Galen's main job was to nurse Jyn back to health and Ryln and Malik needed to help the former stormtroopers with supply runs.

I reach up and carefully adjust the small, yellow bulb in my teeth so I could see where I was screwing in a bolt. To pass my shift time faster, I've been building things. Sadly, the screw doesn't want to go in. Instead it slips from its designated hole and clinks to the ground. I sigh and shift the light in my teeth again so I can find it. Without my dominant hand, it was hard to do anything and this was no exception.

When Tarkin shot me with that bullet, it didn't kill me but it cut through the artery of my arm. In order to save the rest of my body, Ryln and two medical droids amputated my dying right arm while Malik and some stormtroopers made me a metal one. The metal arm was supposed to be helpful, but I hated it. It hurt when I moved it and within four days, it got to a point where I couldn't stand the pain. So I tore it off.

Boy, did Cassian freak out. He scolded me for not having a medic do it. Then he carried me to the med bay, partially against my will. Hey, it was fun being carried bridal style by Cassian! I would tear off my metal arm again if that guarantees another ride in Cassian's arms.

I'm on my third arm now. My second one, built by Galen, was lighter and more durable than my first but apparently not as durable as a Markavipe's horns. That one lasted about a week. Galen made me a third one that was slightly incomplete and I could take off. "Finish it yourself," he said. "Maybe you'll take better care of it." He was right. I took very good care of my arm and as soon as I finished building the basic mechanics he left out, I began changing some of the more complicated parts, such as the fingers. Currently, I'm building a better thumb.

I glance at Orson. He hasn't shown any signs of waking yet. It makes me worried that he may never wake up again. I keep telling myself that he's just in a coma. He will wake and be able to resume his normal life without any issues. However, with each passing day, my hopes begin to diminish little by little. I don't think I'm the only one. Galen even voiced how he was worried the worst might happen.

I drop the screw again and decide I need a break. I set the thumb aside and reattach my metal arm. It feels heavy after hours of use during the day. I close my eyes. I just want to get back into bed with Cassian. I can almost feel Cassian's chest falling and rising under my good hand, the strength from his powerful arm pulling me against his body, the tickling from his beard when he kisses me. It's quite wonderful to love someone and have them love you back.

The steady beeping of Orson's heart monitor speeds up a little. I frown and open my eyes. I walk over to the machine. Was there something wrong with it? Orson's blood pressure is rising too. I mentally begin to freak out. I look down at Orson. I hope nothing's wrong. Should I call Lyra in?

Suddenly Orson's eyes snap open. I must have jumped five meters into the air. I hadn't expected him to come out of the coma that fast. Orson rips off the breathing mask that covers his nose and mouth. He jerks to a sitting position, causing some of the needles in his arms to pop out. The machines start beeping like crazy. Orson panics and tries to find something to use as a weapon.

I snap out of my shock and run forwards. "Orson! Orson! Calm down!" I cry. He looks at me with a wild expression and I realize he's still full of adrenaline from the fight against Tarkin. Orson gasps painfully and begins coughing. I grab a water ration and give it to him. "Drink."

"Tarkin. Where's Tarkin? I have to kill him!" Orson rasps, knocking the water from my hand. "I can't let him hurt Galen or Jyn!"

"He's dead," I told him. "Lyra shot him. We ended the war and everyone except Tarkin and the few stormtroopers trapped between the two realms are alive." Orson looks at me slightly confused and I briefly explain what happened, according to the stories Jyn, Lyra and Galen told me.

Orson stops fighting and lets me comfort him. I find another water ration, along with some liquid food rations. I feed them to Orson to get him to quiet down. "So... he's dead..." Orson whispers in between sips of the food.

"Yes, he's dead."

A look of relief washes over Orson's face. "Thank the Force," he whispers. He finishes the food and water rations.

I sigh and lean him back down. "You should probably get some sleep," I said. "I know you just woke up but it's probably for the best."

Orson nods while I make the medical machines shut up. I pull up a chair and sit at Orson's bed side. "What happened to your arm?" He asks.

"Tarkin shot it," I respond.

Orson looks down. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to stop him in time..."

I pause for a moment. Was it really his fault? Was Orson actually responsible for what happened out on the battlefield? Sure, he built the superweapon that killed us all but it's not like he was the one who told Tarkin to attack us.

I sigh and look at Orson. "I know your trial to cross to the Realm of Muertos was based off the guilt you felt from all the pain you caused to the ones you love or care for. I just want to make this clear right now. You are not responsible for anything. Let go of all the guilt you have. Nothing from the past is here now. It's not your fault anymore."

Orson considers my words by closing his eyes. I hope he'll be able to let go of all the guilt that's been on his mind and start fresh. I don't want to see him believe that he is the one that caused the scars we earned.

I don't remember what happened next except that Baze woke me up and lead me to my room. I think I may have fallen asleep halfway across my room because I have no recollection of getting back into bed.

Orson's P.O.V.

Surprisingly, I feel great the next day. Even though I'm not supposed to leave the medical bed without help, I feel like I could have run kilometers.

The Rogue One crew, Lyra, Galen, and a few stormtroopers come in to see me during the day. We all talk to each other like we've been friends for our whole lives. Even the former stormtroopers were treated like friends instead of enemies.

As we talk, I observe a lot of differences in all my friends. I notice how Chirrut carries his staff around again and Cassian laughs and smiles much more while Bodhi has a tendency to lean his head on to Cassian's shoulder often. I also notice how Galen and Lyra seem to have grown closer. Baze and K-2SO haven't changed much except for their respect in each other. And of course, it comes as a surprise to me when I hear all the former trooper's individual stories.

But the biggest surprise to me is Jyn. I don't see her until much later in the day. When I do, she looks tired but much healthier than she did when we crossed over. Jyn's still on the skinny side, but then again so am I and I'm in perfect health (at least I hope).

Jyn looks at me in a strange way. She almost seems... ashamed or worried... I can't really tell which one it is. Whatever it is, I feel slightly awkward having to say something to her. It's one thing to talk to someone when you have adrenaline and the brink and re-death driving you. But in a calm circumstance, conversations can become awkward unless you are talking to a very good friend.

"Hey," Jyn finally says.

I smile. "Hello."

Jyn sits next to my bedside. "How are you?"

"Good. And you?"

"Good."

"So...

"So..."

"Um..."

"What have you been doing lately?"

"Sleeping."

"Right... "

I have a feeling this conversation is going nowhere. I try to strike up some interesting topics, like what she did while I was sleeping and all. But she doesn't really answer unless the answer is less than five syllables.

I stop trying to make small talk and decide that it was better to say nothing. The silence is almost unbearable and I remember how Bodhi once told me he couldn't stand it either. So I say "How long have I been asleep?"

"About four months," Jyn replies. FOUR MONTHS!!?? I wonder how much I missed. Boy, I'll bet the crew has so many great stories they didn't tell me earlier. I can't wait to hear them all!

Something's off about Jyn. She seems in extremely deep thought, except it's not at the normal philosophical level. I think she's thinking about something personal. "What's wrong?" I ask.

"It's nothing." I figured I was going to get that answer. Well, I'll just have to find out later. Jyn hesitates before continuing. "Orson... there's something I want to tell you..."

"Really? Well then, what is it?"

Jyn fiddles with her fingers a little bit before she says "I visited you every day while you were in the coma."

"So? Everyone else did, too. Cassian said you guys had some sort of watch on me?"

"It's different. I would come and talk to you while you slept. I know it sounds creepy but I... I can't thank you enough for getting me out of that rift between the realms."

"For the record, It's not the creepiest thing I've had happen to me. Secondly, I'm glad you're comfortable with me saving you. I didn't know how you were going to react and often wondered if I should have someone else find you instead of me."

Jyn doesn't look like she's done confessing so I wait for her to continue. "Well... you see, during my visits I... I kind of... fell in love with you."

Okay, that was completely new. I'm not even sure what to say to her. What would someone say to someone else they hardly know? Even so, "Aren't I a little old for you, though?" Jyn looks down. She doesn't want to respond and I don't blame her. "You know, you don't need to answer. I'll get an answer over time. For now, just talk to me like I'm a normal friend."

"Alright," sad Jyn. She changes the subject and we start trying to talk like normal people. It's not long before we are having a lovely conversation with each other.
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Yay! Orson is awake, though you probably figured I wasn't going to kill him right there.

I think this is the penultimate chapter of the Realm of Muertos (Well, real chapter. Then there would be an extra chapter for after notes)! I can't believe that it's almost over!

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