"Poe?" His filthy hands went back to Poe's head, trying to get a look at him. But he was pale, blood on his lips, eyes unfocused. For a split-second, Finn had been elated that Poe was awake, but-

No, he really shouldn't be awake right now. If anything, Finn was just trying to not let him look down. "Hey, hey. I've got you. It's all right. You'll be all right."

And he really shouldn't have said that. But Poe would be all right. He had to be. Finn just had to... figure out what the hell to do. Should he try to move the dash out anyway? But he couldn't even see most of it. "I've got you. I'll figure this out." He had to do something.