[ closed/open ] Highway to the danger zone

[volitaunt]

who: Poe + CR + ALSO YOU, MAYBE??
what: Catch-all with closed and open prompts
when: April/May
where: ALL AROUND LE TOWN, more prompts to come i'm sure
warnings: Poe attempting to babysit ten thousand tiny Star Warses and then self-destructing when he doesn't have that distraction any more???

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[volitaunt]

Oh.

[ So that's it. Poe hadn't been paying attention to the way Kirk looked at Hux during the fight. All he'd been aware of was Kirk's shock when Poe punched Hux in the face. That explained it, at least. It wasn't just surprise at Poe's violence.

Poe grits his teeth and raises his arms so Kirk can pull his shirt off. It hurts to lift his arms. His ribs ache, his back twinges. But there's nothing sharp and stabbing, which means his ribs probably aren't broken, at least. ]

He's a liar. Murderer, torturer, you name it. What he did or didn't say isn't your fault.

[winscenario]

[ That much is true. Jim's surprise wasn't at Poe's violence so much as seeing it aimed at Hux, followed by his shock when Hux so easily turned against them both.

He shouldn't have been so gullible, so naïve. He didn't question a thing, simply assumed Hux was... good, for lack of a better word. Someone he could trust and let in.

And now, here they are.

He does know it's not his fault. The fight, Poe's injuries, his crying. He still feels guilty, though. ]

No, I know that. [ He says quietly, fingers prodding slowly down Poe's side, where some bruises have started to shape up. The bones don't seem to be broken or out of place, and he doesn't feel any of the rigidity that would be the telltale sign of an internal hemorrhage. ]

Does anything hurt too much? [ He goes on to clarify. ] Physically. On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is it?

[volitaunt]

[ Poe tenses and relaxes with each poke and prod, little shockwaves of pain going through him. It's not terrible, though. It's not unbearable. It's not the worst he's ever had. ]

Four to six. Depends on which parts of me you jab.

[ A pause. ]

Thanks. For. Y'know.

[ Stepping in. ]

[winscenario]

Sorry. I'll try to jab more gently.

[ That's not too bad, though. Poe's bruised and battered but it's mostly just swollen muscles. He doesn't seem to be bleeding out, and there aren't any broken bones. Aside from that nose. He'll have to patch that up for a couple days too. ]

You're my friend, Poe. Don't even mention it.

[ He cups Poe's face with a smile, giving his cheek a very gentle pat. ]

Anyway, I think you'll live. I'm gonna get you something cold for these bruises and patch up everything else, then get you into bed. You're gonna need some rest. Alright?

[volitaunt]

[ Rest. Right. The look on his face says pretty clearly what he thinks about staying in bed, particularly when Finn already has his wind up as far as Poe's brawling is concerned. ]

Yeah. All right.

[ He's not convincing, but hey, he's not arguing. Even he can see the need to sleep off at least part of the pummeling he's put himself through. ]

[winscenario]

[ Too bad for Poe that Jim didn't ask him how he felt about it! But okay good, at least he doesn't argue.

It takes a while to clean him up proper, and patch everything up, but Jim is meticulous. He wipes up the blood, checks the bruises and cuts, applies appropriate ointment where need be, then patches up and bandages the uglier wounds. He also patches up his nose, stuffing it with gauze then placing medical tape across the bridge to make sure it won't shift back into the wrong position. ]

Should get a doctor to take a look at this tomorrow. [ It's a gentle suggestion, but Jim will push later, if he sees Poe's nose getting worse. Crooked nose won't favor his looks at all.

Jim doesn't bother trying to get him into a clean shirt, and instead nudges him gently to get him under the bed covers. ] Come on. I'll clean up the mess— you want me to stay, or...