who: Poe Dameron & Finn when: (backdated) March 27 or so. where: Medbay What: Finn can move around better than Poe, so he seeks him out. warnings: Talk of injuries? Finger loss, internal bleeding, etc? status: COMPLETE.
Finn was exhausted. The blood loss had been a little bit, but it was only two fingers on his left hand. The last two to be specific. It wasn’t a terrible loss all things considered. And someone he didn’t know had stopped the bleeding and made the skin heal. She said there wasn’t anything she could do for the fingers, but he’d been too distracted to really respond. They bandaged him up all the same to keep him from experiencing any real issues.
Once they got distracted by someone else, he’d tried to sneak out of his bed and search for Poe. He felt dizzy, but he was prepared to ignore those feelings. Only then the dizziness set in and he had to be lifted back onto his bed. Poe would probably give him a lecture if he knew, but he was fairly certain that he’d gotten himself hurt, so he couldn’t really argue, could he? Finn was voting no. But he didn’t argue with them about not moving immediately. Plus, the pain medication made him feel a little woozy and he couldn’t fight off the sleep.
Once he woke up again, everything was mostly still around him, so he quietly slipped from his bed in order to find Poe. He still felt dizzy and a little off kilter, but he took the time to pause when he needed it and managed to avoid falling on his face, so he figured it was fine. When he found him, however, his expression shifted to something far more concerned. “You just had to go and get yourself hurt.” There was a hint of sadness there, but he just leaned over to reach for one of Poe’s hands with his good hand before sitting down. “You should be more careful.” He couldn’t speak on the matter, but he was going to anyway.
Finn's statement brought a smile to Poe's face and it was possible that was the one movement that he could do without aching. He'd been doing pretty well up until towards the end when he'd been advancing out of the 9th level to get to some pirates above them, and ended up knocked backwards over the rail of the stairway. He was lucky, they'd told him, if he'd landed differently he could have been paralyzed or worse, as it was he'd just managed to fracture some ribs, and cause some internal bleeding, and he was sore as fuck. He hadn't been this sore for a while.
"Yeah, well, damn pirates were trying to take the place over," he quipped quickly, then took a look over Finn. "You're a sight for sore eyes, even all bandaged up like. And it looks like you should be more careful too."
Poe wrapped his fingers around Finn's, concern crossing his face. Finn's other hand carried a bandage it looked like, and were there other injuries he couldn't see? But it must have been serious enough that it had taken him a while to find Poe as Poe was pretty certain Finn would have been there a lot sooner if he hadn't needed something done. "You all right?" He asked more seriously.
“Pirates are the worst,” Finn agreed. He wasn’t at all interested in running into pirates again. He glanced down at his hand, wincing a little when he did. He knew two fingers weren’t a lot on the grand scheme of things. He could have had more serious injuries. It was just that he preferred all his fingers. But it was fine. He’d be fine in the end. He was more worried about Poe.
“I was totally careful.” He wasn’t sure how to say it all right away. As if it was a terribly difficult thing to do or say. “I mean, I might have lost a finger or two, but…” He shrugged. “Been a little dizzy since, but I think that might be the blood loss. It’s not a big deal.” It was a bit of a big deal, but now he could join the ever-increasing ranks of people with missing something or other. “You’re the one with all the injuries.”
He leaned forward to press a quick kiss to Poe’s temple. “I’m tired of all this fighting stuff. I vote we get at least a year or two between them.” It was an impossible notion. Even in Chicago they’d never gotten a very long break between situations. Maybe they didn’t always end up fighting, but things happened. Like Cupids and age changes and other oddities. But he’d never been injured the whole time that he’d been there. Now he was, but he had Poe, the Reys, both Leias, and Solo.
"They always seem cooler in fiction than they are in person." Poe had seen enough pirate films to think, sure they always seemed cool. But it was definitely a different thing being invaded by them. He'd be fine if he never saw pirates in person ever again.
His gaze shifted in concern to Finn's other hand, the one that clearly was where he'd lost those fingers. "Finn," he exclaimed, worried. "You shouldn't be up and moving if you've lost blood. You might like, faint or something, you're impossible, you know that?"
Still, Poe was impossibly glad to see him, so he squeezed his hand. "You know, we've got a business to run and we can't do that if they're sending us on adventures all the time." Normally Poe wouldn't mind the adventures, but the way this place did adventures? It was often a lot of really restful spa nonsense, followed by near death. Which, alright, wasn't unlike home in its own way - lots of boring base stuff, then near-dying, but at least at home he usually had missions where death wasn't always breathing down his neck to break up the monotony. He sighed. "Maybe we'll be at Tumbleweed next."
Finn shook his head. “No. I needed to see you.” He didn’t really care if he’d had to drag himself on the floor, he’d still have found a way to get to Poe. Though, Rey would probably argue with him about it. It was probably a good thing she had other people to worry about right now or she’d be more likely to disapprove. But only because Finn wasn’t so well himself and she’d be worried about it. “I’m definitely impossible and you definitely like it, so stop arguing about it.”
He looked Poe over, trying to discern all the injuries. “Well, maybe if we didn’t have to fight so often this wouldn’t be a problem.” He really hoped that Poe was right and they’d be at Tumbleweed next. “I’d even accept Chicago next. Just somewhere quiet where we don’t die or run into the risk of dying.” He leaned forward a little, eyes closing to block out another moment of wooziness. “Really, I just want to be home. Not...home home, but our home. With Rey and everyone.”
Poe squeezed Finn's fingers, because he understood the need, even if he hadn't been able to follow-through on it himself. "Glad you're here," he offered with a quick smile and tenderly rearranged his legs towards the other side of the bed. "But sit down here, don't, you know, fall over on the floor just cause you wanted to see me."
It didn't make any sense cause there was hardly room for it in this bed, but what Poe wanted as much as anything, was Finn curled up beside him, even if on some rational level he knew that would lead to probably ache throughout his abdomen. "I like the sound of home," he admitted, feeling weary. He'd managed to make it through the first fight without too much in the way of damage, but he'd been a soldier too long to believe those odds would always hold. They couldn't - and they wouldn't - and right now the only thing he was regretting was that it had taken him as long as it had to kiss Finn. What had he been waiting for? "Cruises sound sweet, but they seem to nearly always come with challenges."
Finn studied Poe for a moment before nodding and moving to sit on the bed next to him. “If you need me to move, let me know.” Because he didn’t want to hurt Poe, but he did want to be near him. It was one of the things that had gotten him all the way over here. Plus, falling over on the floor was probably a really bad idea. Considering he didn’t really need any other injuries on top of this.
He didn’t lie down immediately, but he did at least stay seated. “Cruises sound like something people want to do, but I’m slowly realizing they are not things that I want to do ever again. At least not with these sort of strings attached.” He sighed after a moment before leaning down and lying on the bed, trying to take up as little space as he could. “I feel like we might end up on the floor if we move too much, but I’m also sure I’ll probably end up on the floor anyway if I keep sitting on the edge of the bed. My head’s all woozy.” And he missed the feeling of curling up with Poe anyway. He’d missed being able to fall asleep with him. “What do you think the chances are that the robots will show up and force us to sleep in separate beds?”
Poe shifted, absolutely all right with Finn next to him, even though there was a brief shot of pain when he did. It wasn't much, mostly he suspected because of the painkillers he was on, but he wanted Finn here. Poe had always preferred people around to not, and laying alone in a bed without anyone near him was not high on his list of things to do. Finn made it better, and Poe wrapped his hand up in Finn's, and closed his eyes for a moment - suddenly a lot more content than he'd been thus far.
"I don't know, and I don't think I can fight a robot right now, but maybe we could call on BB-8." It wouldn't likely matter, because they both knew the robots on the ship didn't seem to have much in the way of reasonable deferment of rules. "I'm glad you're here though. Stay here, and don't be too woozy."
Finn felt more at ease here. He remembered how long it had taken him to admit to the fact that he was at ease with Poe because he knew him. More than he’d said before. Such a long wait seemed pretty ridiculous now that he was here. He still didn’t think he could have told him right away, but he should have said so sooner. He also wished this bed was bigger than it was. It would make it a little more comfortable, but he’d take what he could.
There was a light snort of amusement at Poe’s words and he shook his head. “I’m sure BB-8 could definitely take them. I’d be down to watch that fight.” But then he was pretty sure there’d be some sort of issue with it. They phased through the robots, so it was likely that BB-8 would as well. Still, he’d have liked to see it. “I’m not going anywhere. I like being here, too, so I don’t really want to move.”
Poe grinned, avoiding a laughter because he knew it would hurt. "I'm pretty certain BB-8 would enjoy that at least at first, so let's not give him any ideas. We don't want to get him in trouble." And Poe suspected that it would get his droid into trouble, which, if he were honest, BB-8 could definitely do on his own.
He let out a sigh as he relaxed for the first time in what felt like days. He had Finn here, and so far no one had come to mess with that. Hopefully no one would, because Poe wasn't at all unconvinced that Finn being there wasn't going to help him get a lot better a lot faster. "You should stay," he said softly. "Right here for pretty much forever."
“Maybe not, but I could use something interesting to watch.” Because he was pretty sure that he was going to be stuck with a lot of nothing otherwise. Well, nothing but Poe. He was sure that he could deal with that, but he couldn’t help but want to be in a situation where the entertainment level might be a little better. “I guess if we need entertainment, we can always ask Rey to carefully help me move you back to your room where we can watch movies on the TV.” Which would be nice. There were a few movie nights that were missed and he was sure that there was plenty of stuff to watch.
“I don’t know if we’ll stay here forever, but at least until we can manage to move and go back to the room and sleep in a bed that isn’t made for one person. Maybe one and a half.” He let out his breath slowly through his nose and squirmed in as close as he could without making it uncomfortable. “They should really make these beds bigger and more comfortable.”
"We can figure something out for entertainment," Poe sighed, his fingers finding Finn's and wrapping around them. "Rey will help us, and hopefully they'll let us go sooner rather than later, because I could use with a bigger bed too." Such a bigger bed. Poe really just wanted to fall back asleep, but Finn was here, so it seemed possible to do in a way that it hadn't previously. He could relax, because Finn was with him, and wasn't going anywhere.