-Alexis should’ve been in the bottom she literally wore her entrance look
-Sasha should’ve won the challenge her outfits were AMAZING as well as the performance
-they didn’t lipsync to a KESHA SONG WTF
(No one’s sick of the “Everyone Lives” au right?”)
When Baze’s eyes opened all he saw was white. He thought for a moment that he must have been dead. He had become one with the Force, and all was white. That was right before the pain hit. It started in his chest and worked its way out as he gained awareness of himself. If this was the afterlife he had been very misled. He moved his arm and groaned. Suddenly there was a voice, “Baze!” and then a dark headed shadow entered his view. He blinked and focused on the face of Jyn hovering over him. Her face split into a grin. ‘You’re awake!“ she said brightly. Baze just blinked up at her, his brain still not kicking in.
"Little sister…” Baze muttered and blinked. “Where…”
“We’re on a medical ship,” Jyn said, letting out a breath. “You’ve been asleep for three days… we were evacuated right before…” Jyn’s voice dropped off and she swallowed hard. “We’ve… been taking shifts to wait with you…” Jyn said quietly.
Baze’s eyes widened as memory suddenly came to him, and he tried to sit up. He felt Jyn’s hands on his chest, pushing him back, but he easily moved past, ignoring the sudden flare of pain. “Chirrut,” he said. “Where is Chirrut?”
Jyn let out a breath and she stood up. “Baze, you have to lay down…”
“Where is he?” Baze roared at her, causing her to jump back, swallowing.
She held up her hands in a defensive position and then reached over, touching his arm.
“Let’s go see him,” Jyn said, trying to give him a smile. Baze let out a breath and nodded, trying to relax and failing.
Jyn led him away, and Baze looked down at himself as he walked. He was in all white hospital clothes. Bandages restricted his movement in his arms and legs, and he could feel a bandage around his chest too. He’d have to ask where his robes and weapons were.
Jyn walked into another room, and Baze’s heart jumped into his throat. The room was filled with tanks, wall to wall, and all of them were occupied. The bacta baths they were in cast a cool blue light around the room, and in the one closest, was Chirrut. Baze would have recognized him anywhere, despite the breathing tube obscuring his face. Baze swallowed and moved over, touching the tank closest to Chirrut’s hand. “Is he…”
“He’s alive,” Jyn said quietly, swallowing. “He was dead when they found him… but then again, so were you, and you came back.”
Baze swallowed and nodded, eyes glued to Chirrut.
“He’s been here for three days too?”
“Yeah,” Jyn said. “We should get you back to bed…”
“No,” Baze said firmly. “I’m going to stay here.”
Jyn paused then nodded. “Alright…”
Baze listened as Jyn walked away, and he shifted to sit down, finally tearing his eyes away and sitting with his back to the tank. He put his head back on the tank. “We did it, Fool… now you just have to come back to me.”
It was another week before they pulled Chirrut out of the tank and put him in a bed. In that time six people in the other tanks died and were taken away, and Baze worried every day that each day would be their last. Baze was checked on every day by medical droids who insisted he go back to a bed to rest, but Baze refused, turning them away with a wave of his hand.
When they laid Chirrut on one of the beds, his breathing steady, and Baze pulled up a chair to the bed he nodded when the medical droids told him all they could do now was wait. Baze got settled in his chair. He could wait.
Over several days Baze watched the medical droids take care of Chirrut, how they moved his limbs and shifted him, how they cleaned him and redressed his wounds.
Baze questioned everything they did until he understood Chirrut’s treatment.
After the eighth day, the medical droids stopped coming.
On the twelfth day, Baze had been pushing Chirrut’s legs in and out and then he heard his name, a whisper barely heard. He looked up at Chirrurt’s face, but he looked the same as ever, mouth slightly slack and head always leaning to one side or the other. Baze let out a breath, and he tilted his head down and went back to his work when he heard it again.
When Baze’s head came up this time he saw Chirrut’s lips move, and Baze was up at his side in an instant. He caught Chirrut’s hand with his own as he lifted it, and Baze brought the hand to his lips, tears stinging his eyes.
“Baze?” Chirrut’s voice was quiet, and hoarse from lack of use. Something it had never experienced before.
“Medical ship,” Baze said quietly, letting Chirrut’s hand fall, but stubbornly refusing to let go.
“We did it?”
“We did it,” Baze said, biting his lip.
Chirrut nodded, but it was awkward and rigid. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m not hurt.”
“I am,” Chirrut tried to smile. He silent for a moment before he added, “and tired…”
Baze’s smile came easily to him, relief filling every muscle in his body. “You should rest, love, you need your strength.”
Chirrut let out a small chuckle, which was trying to be his full body laugh.
“You didn’t call me 'Fool’,” Chirrut teased.
Baze smiled and kissed Chirrut’s forehead. “You are living. Living is the least foolish thing you have ever done. Now rest.”
Chirrut chuckled again before he closed his eyes again, and drifted off to sleep.
Oh my god, has Alexis really just called everybody around in a circle to sit there and blame everybody else for her own runway? What the actual fuck… I’ve seen it all on this TV show. I’ve seen it all.