Jedi Brat!
During the intense battle at the Caldera Crisis, Aliris had made her decision, leaving Braze behind and disappearing into the fray. The abruptness of her departure left Braze disoriented and bewildered, his mind struggling to make sense of the situation.
As he fought his way back toward the front lines, a surge of terror washed over Braze, accompanied by a flood of haunting memories. Images of Loomi's grievous injuries from a previous battle intertwined with the present danger, creating a tangled web of fear and helplessness. The subconscious link between the two girls intensified the emotions coursing through his veins, overwhelming his senses.
At that moment, Braze's body and mind became overwhelmed by the intensity of his emotions. The weight of his past and present collided, leaving him gasping for breath, his vision blurring. The world around him seemed to spin in a chaotic whirlwind, as if time itself had folded upon him.
Unable to bear the weight of his torment any longer, Braze succumbed to the overwhelming emotions, his body giving way to the darkness. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious, as his mind sought refuge from the storm raging within.
The incident was a blur to Braze when he regained consciousness later, the memories hazy as if viewed from a distance. The intensity of his emotions had taken their toll, leaving him physically and emotionally drained. Reflecting on that moment, Braze couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and vulnerability. Gratitude for the people who had come to his aid, supporting him through the darkest moments. Vulnerability because he had been confronted with the depths of his own fears and the fragility of his own spirit.
The incident served as a poignant reminder of the impact that those closest to him had on his well-being.
Upon receiving the news of Loomi's grievous injuries, Braze's heart sank, and a wave of guilt washed over him. He couldn't help but blame himself, his mind spinning with thoughts of what he could have done differently. The emotional connection he had felt towards Loomi suddenly became a weight upon his shoulders, and he couldn't shake the feeling that his own unresolved emotions might have distracted her, leading to the terrible outcome.
A whirlwind of self-doubt and regret engulfed Braze as he questioned his own actions and the impact they might have had on Loomi's well-being. Had he been more disciplined in controlling his emotions, perhaps he could have provided her with a better shield against the dangers they faced together. The realization that his own shortcomings might have contributed to her suffering intensified the guilt that gnawed at his soul.
However, amidst his self-blame and newfound feelings of responsibility, he grappled with his conflicting emotions, Braze sought solace in the knowledge that Loomi was receiving the medical care she needed. He felt the desire to see her and check on her- He needed to see her and see that she would be okay. He resolved to see her as soon as he was permitted.
Braze stood in front of the hospital room door, his hand clutching a small bag in one hand. He knew that Loomi was recovering from her injuries, and he wanted to bring her something that would offer her comfort and show her how much he cared. Braze stood outside the hospital room, frozen in place feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation. He knew that seeing Loomi in her weakened state would be difficult, but he was determined to be there for her. With a deep breath, he mustered his resolve and gently pushed open the door.
Braze's heart fluttered at the sight of seeing Loomi, and he approached her bedside with a gentle warmth in his eyes.
"Hey, Loomi," he greeted softly, his voice filled with affection, barely above a whisper. "How is my favorite little Lady-Bug feeling?" He carefully placed the bag on the bedside table, its contents a mystery yet to be revealed.
He moved to fetch a chair and pulled it up close to her bedside. Sitting down in the chair next to her, Braze reached into the bag and pulled out a soft, fluffy blanket. Its vibrant colors and soft texture were meant to bring comfort and warmth during her recovery. It was a cute plush blanket adorned with ruffles and a ladybug pattern emblazoned across the top. It was clear he had picked this sort of blanket for a variety of reasons. Next out came a cute little plush doll of some fuzzy large-eyed critter in soft pastels that had a satisfying squish to it like a pillow you could squeeze with a slow rise. "I thought this blanket could keep you cozy; I know the sick bay can get really cold at night and perhaps it will remind you that I'm here for you." He opened the fluffy soft blanket and billowed it out gently laying it across her so that she could inspect the blanket. He settled the odd fuzzy stuffed toy on top of that next'
Next, he retrieved a small journal and a pen, there was a pack of colorful neon-Gel-pens. The notebook had fancy black lined paper for writing. It was a soft fuzzy little journal and a sparkly novelty pen with a bright pink heart-shaped gem design on the end.- Should she try the novelty pen she would find it written in purple gel ink with silver specks of glitter. He set those on her nightstand by her bed and moved to take out a few different coloring books and a pack of crayons, that joined the journal and pens on the nightstand. " I got you this journal. You can jot down your thoughts, dreams, or anything you want. I know it can get boring being cooped up all day; Consider it a safe space to pour your heart out."
Finally, he took out a box of assorted gourmet chocolates and set that down as well. Braze knew hospital and sick bay food generally wasn't the most flavorful so the little treat might be a welcomed change. He knew that the road to recovery wouldn't be easy, but he hope these small tokens of comfort he brought, would bring her a sense of solace and comfort.
