*Rey's pov

It had been two days since we got back. Two days from the battle. Two days from Han Solo dieing. Two days since I'd brought back his son. I'd been by Finn's side for the majority of the time since we'd been back. Just sitting by his bed and hoping that my first real friend would wake up.

His wounds had all healed unusually quick. The doctors said it was because of a chemical mixture that the first order had injected into them to make them more efficient soldiers. He was stable and completely healed. Then why hadn't he woken?

What did Kylo do you you? I wondered. Wait, if Kylo did this would he know how to...

I was out of the room before I finished my thought, and pushed through crowds of people, sprinting to Kylo's cell.

"I need to visit the prisoner." I demanded to the guard. He was a short man who's waist seemed to expand more than his height.

"Whatever. Just don't get yourself killed." he said, as he took a bite of a donut.

I sprinted down the hall of cells, towards the only one occupied. Screaching to a stop, I swung my arm around to hit the button that would open the heavy metal doors, but froze a inch from it.

Did I want to do this? The last time I saw him conscious he was trying to kill me.

I need to help Finn. I opened the door, walked in, and closed it behind me.

Kylo was lying on his back, on the little bed in the corner of the five-by-eight room. He didn't have a blanket on which exposed me to his outfit, which was for some reason shocked me. It was gray sweatpants and a brown tee. His face had been stitched up along the gash I'd given him, which started by his left eyebrow and reached down to the bottom of his right cheek, and I could see the bulge of bandages outlined on his shirt.

"Kylo." I said "Wake up."

He didn't stir.

"You will wake up." it was worth a try. No replie. I turned to the door plotting a way that I could get the guard to alert me when he was awake.

"That's not how the force works." a ragged voice said from behind me. I whipped around to see him staring at me with eyes open. "What do you want?" he asked. He had a bandage obscuring most of his face.

"I want," I said, regaining my composure and standing up straiter. "to know what you did to Finn and how to reverse it."

He let out a small mocking laugh, but flinched and quickly cut it off. "The traitor? I'd have thought Luke'd have it figured out by now."

"We don't know where Luke is, remember?" well, technicaly we do. Last night, the little blue droid, R2-d2, had woken up and completed the map. I was scheduled to go find Luke tomorrow.

He nodded. "Well I'll give you a hint: you've had this done to you."

Wow. Not helpful.

"Any other hints?" I asked.

He just smirked.

"Fine." I turn to the door.

"Wait!" his voice was beginning to gain a raspy sound as he uses what little energy he has.I turn back to him. "Is Luke here? At this base?"

"Mabey. But I thought I just answered that."

He glared at me for a moment and closes his eyes. "Hmm, well, when you find him on the forsaken island, make sure he stays far away from me."

"Would you quit going through my head?" I said, exasperated.

He smiles tiredly, his eyes still closed.

"Mabey."