imthepilot | (no subject)

The medical team moved Bodhi into the room opposite Galen two days later. Still groggy from painkillers, Bodhi sprawls naked across the weirdly wide bed. Officer's quarters. Much bigger beds that the barracks.

Made Bodhi wonder if they were lonelier too.

Strange things like that occur to him at strange times. Probably something to do with the drugs.

At least his back didn't hurt so much any more. And he only needed the oxy if he moved around too much.

But he was here, so near to Galen. And Galen would come see him soon enough. In the mean time, maybe some more sleep was a good idea.

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From:

imthepilot

"I should organise a crew to go up there and retrieve the cargo. I wasn't carrying medical supplies, mostly parts and equipment but there may something useful in there for the salvage effort."

"The ship is going to need work too. I snapped a few struts on the landing." He admits with chagrin.

From:

galen_erso

"You have a month," Galen says. "For both you and your ship to get into working order again. And all the while, you will be coming home to me."

Said with a depth of both love and amazement.

From:

imthepilot

Bodhi pulled him into a slow, deep kiss, equally amazed. "Does that mean... we can... you could stay the night. If you wanted to? Not-" he gestures helplessly. "I'm not sure I can yet but... just, you know, be together?"

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galen_erso

"Every night," Galen says. "And towards the end of that month, we can see..."

His voice thickens a little -- sex is not important, not compared to what they already have, but it will be lovely when it happens.

From:

imthepilot

"Will you... come lay down with me? I know I'm kind of awkward at the moment but... I want to hold you."

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galen_erso

"Of course," Galen says. "You're not awkward, you're hurt, and I am tasked by the chief medic to give you any comfort you need. Can I help you to move a little to the other side?"

So there is room for Galen's broad shoulders on one side of the bed or another.

From:

imthepilot

Bodhi nods and stifles a soft grunt as he shimmies over to make room, trying hard to ignore the worst of all the burns on his right hip.

The effort costs him and he reaches for the oxy again, needing it for longer this time.

From:

galen_erso

Galen lies beside him and strokes his cheek while his pilot just breathes.

From:

imthepilot

The touch helps and Bodhi steadies out his breathing, smiling softly as he sets the mask down. "I like this." He comments softly, draping one arm around Galen's waist. "I like that we can have this."

From:

galen_erso

"So do I," Galen says, moving closer into the touch.

From:

imthepilot

Bodhi tries to find the most comfortable spot, where he's putting the least pressure on the burns, content just to hold Galen close, fingers moving softly over the nape of Galen's neck. "How bad are things out there?" He knows how badly a crash like this can shake everyone involved.

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galen_erso

"We are making do until the pad is repaired and we cancer ships back in," Galen says. "And one of the crashed ships was carrying medical supplies, which is why there still isn't enough bacta even for the badly wounded. Even if you were cleared to fly, there would be no way to actually get your ship off the ground just yet."

From:

imthepilot

"It's going to need to be lifted. I'll need a T8 grapple hauler at least. I broke a wing too." Even in pain and heavily injured, Bodhi is still an imperial pilot. And nothing if not practical. "We should be able to float shift the cargo down grav-lifters."

Even if he is still gently carding Galen's hair.

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galen_erso

"What is your cargo this time around?" Galen says, suddenly imaging sensitive equipment sitting out on a rock.

He is still the chief scientist of this place, even gently stroking Bodhi's cheek.

From:

imthepilot

"The manifest was in the datapad in my gloves. I don't even know if they survived the blast." He blinks, trying to draw on the memories. "Parts, machinery. I can't remember anything particularly outstanding."

He sighs, nuzzling Galen's cheek. "Worst bit is I feel guilty for laying here while I should be doing my job."

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galen_erso

"You should be lying here so you can get well enough to do your job again," Galen says. "Until then, you will have to make do with helping us recover from this."

Beat.

"The medic said something about your hands escaping worse damage because you were gripping me, so I guess the gloves were already gone by then, or it wouldn't have been an issue."

From:

imthepilot

"Anything I can do." He manages a small smile. "I still have to earn my keep somehow."

He frowns, thinking back. "The palms were torn. On the rocks, coming down. I landed up in the hills, had to scramble down." He turns up his hand, looking at the faint scars of healed cuts. They must have gelled his hands too. "That's why my suit was compromised." He huffs a sour laugh. "Eadu seems to have two states - sharp and wet."

From:

galen_erso

"Or sharp and wet," Galen agrees, leaning over to kiss Bodhi's cheek. "They sometimes happen both at once."

From:

imthepilot

"Outdoors, anyway." Bodhi sighs, "Indoors we have this - warm and soft." He pulls Galen closer, wanting to wrap himself in Galen's warmth.

But the action pulls one of his burns at he buries his face in the pillows, stifling a cry of pain.

From:

galen_erso

"Tell me what to do," Galen suggest, lifting his head to look at Bodhi's back to see whether anything is bleeding or seeping again.

Bodhi's back is bare, but at the moment, there is no thought of touching it.

From:

imthepilot

The deep burn on his hip is weeping, the skin red and angry where a cluster of blisters have burst. "Injector. gel-pad." He nods to the table where a box holds medical supplies.

He reaches for the oxy, trying to breathe through the pain.

From:

galen_erso

Galen sits up, gets the box, seats himself beside Bodhi's hip, and starts applying the gel.

He doesn't ask whether it hurts; he knows it does.

"I'll be quick about it."

From:

imthepilot

Bodhi nods and takes the injector, stabbing it into the meat of his own thigh without hesitation.

The drugs are quick and the injector slips from his hand, suddenly loose and weak. He hated this, hated how helpless he was. And how more helpless still the painkillers made him.

A pilot had to be sharp, tight. Not this groggy mess. He hides his face in the pillows in shame.