Hux remained nearby, seating himself on one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs as the doctors worked. The general had to make sure that he made it through and that Ren didn't give any more grief to the people that were trying to help. He could work interference if it came down to it, even though Hux just hoped that he wouldn't be a pain. Thankfully, Ren was being mostly cooperative, even though he refused all painkillers and sedatives. Which. Fine. If he wanted to be fully aware of everything that was happening, Hux wasn't going to force him either unless it became a real problem.

Hux was leaning back in his chair by the time the doctors were finished, with Ren finally bandaged up and no longer in any clear present danger. Well, danger from his wounds. They were still stuck in a new world with its own set of rules with people from the Resistance and Han Solo and Luke Skywalker running around. Oh, and no First Order. He had one word that accurately described this place:

Hell.

But he decided to actually give him an answer. "Verens. City on a floating island called Empatheias." He was completely serious here, despite how ridiculous all of this was. Ugh, none of this made logical sense and Hux detested not understanding what was going on. The lack of control was just aggravating to deal with.

"You're in the local medcenter." He added with his posture still the epitome of calm despite his sour thoughts.