Finn mostly stayed quiet, only half paying attention to what Poe and BB-8 were saying. Though he had glanced up when the droid dragged itself closer, he hadn't looked away from Poe's wounds.
Now that he could see the one on his side, he gathered it looked really bad. Really depended on how deep the wound was but it looked awful all the same. He was trying to bunch up Poe's flight suit and hold pressure to that site, too, when he realized Poe was getting even quieter.
"Poe?" he asked, gently shaking him, actually hoping the pain would make him come to a little better. "C'mon, eyes on me. BB-8's gonna get worried if you pass out now, all right. Just-"
Voices.
His head jerked up, quickly spotting a team trudging through the area. "Hey- HEY! MEDIC! He needs a medic!" Once they were running to his direction, he finally looked back down to Poe. "Help's coming, okay? You'll be all right, Poe. Stay with me. Look at me. Poe?"
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Now that he could see the one on his side, he gathered it looked really bad. Really depended on how deep the wound was but it looked awful all the same. He was trying to bunch up Poe's flight suit and hold pressure to that site, too, when he realized Poe was getting even quieter.
"Poe?" he asked, gently shaking him, actually hoping the pain would make him come to a little better. "C'mon, eyes on me. BB-8's gonna get worried if you pass out now, all right. Just-"
Voices.
His head jerked up, quickly spotting a team trudging through the area. "Hey- HEY! MEDIC! He needs a medic!" Once they were running to his direction, he finally looked back down to Poe. "Help's coming, okay? You'll be all right, Poe. Stay with me. Look at me. Poe?"