[ That was the next part of the plan, and he unlocks the door and starts looking around immediately. Once he finds Bodhi, it's a simple enough matter of very gently moving to haul him up and get him on whatever passes for a bed.
If he hasn't woken by then, he's going to go and grab some water or something.]
[The room is the depressing cockpit of a battered, blaster burned
cargo shuttle, and there is nothing that looks like a bed. Small, rickety
pilot's chair at best. Bodhi is laid out on the floor with a tiny bundle of
black fluff curled on his chest that immediately grows a wide, yowling
mouth and one glaring green eye at the intruder.
He begins stirring a bit when the cat screams, and his eyes open the first
time Sand touches him.]
[He manages not to flinch away from the well-intentioned hands, but ugh, not now. He just needs to get a few steps under him. Not like he's never spent an indeterminate amount of time unconscious before.]
Re: on Hux's request
[There's no response to the knock. Bodhi is still out. But the black steel door isn't locked.]
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If he hasn't woken by then, he's going to go and grab some water or something.]
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[The room is the depressing cockpit of a battered, blaster burned cargo shuttle, and there is nothing that looks like a bed. Small, rickety pilot's chair at best. Bodhi is laid out on the floor with a tiny bundle of black fluff curled on his chest that immediately grows a wide, yowling mouth and one glaring green eye at the intruder.
He begins stirring a bit when the cat screams, and his eyes open the first time Sand touches him.]
Hux?
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Nope, just here on his request. How you feeling?
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I--fine.
[Which he would say as long as he had all his organs still in his body. And maybe still then.]
Is he--?
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Thanks.
[He tries to jump to his feet, not precisely rude but very intent on his goal. He teeters pathetically but doesn't actually face plant. Good enough.]
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Need a crutch maybe? Just to get you to the med bay?
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[He manages not to flinch away from the well-intentioned hands, but ugh, not now. He just needs to get a few steps under him. Not like he's never spent an indeterminate amount of time unconscious before.]
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Okay. Then how about someone walking you to the med bay?
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[More because he doesn't feel up to arguing than because he expects to need help.]