[ The sound of his voice makes her heart twist hard. It's nothing like it should be, nothing like what she knows so well. ]
That's right, you're gonna be okay.
[ She's agreeing because she has to, for both of them. He couldn't not be okay. The Resistance needed him. She needed him.
And then her heart drops to her feet when she finds the wound.
His pain is practically tangible and her eyes sting as she carefully pulls the ruined fabric away to get a better look, unable to keep from cursing under her breath. Sure, it's not a chest shot, but it's nowhere near good. She raises her head and looks around, trying to get a sense for how far they are from somewhere safer. Calling out for a medic seems like a good idea for about half a second; it's doubtful there's one even in earshot.
Swallowing thickly, she looks back down at Poe and lifts a hand to his face. ]
Hang in there, okay? Stay with me, Poe. It's not your time yet... [ It can't be. I won't let it be. ]
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That's right, you're gonna be okay.
[ She's agreeing because she has to, for both of them. He couldn't not be okay. The Resistance needed him. She needed him.
And then her heart drops to her feet when she finds the wound.
His pain is practically tangible and her eyes sting as she carefully pulls the ruined fabric away to get a better look, unable to keep from cursing under her breath. Sure, it's not a chest shot, but it's nowhere near good. She raises her head and looks around, trying to get a sense for how far they are from somewhere safer. Calling out for a medic seems like a good idea for about half a second; it's doubtful there's one even in earshot.
Swallowing thickly, she looks back down at Poe and lifts a hand to his face. ]
Hang in there, okay? Stay with me, Poe. It's not your time yet... [ It can't be. I won't let it be. ]