primtheamazing asked: I'm actually interested in what you talked about yesterday, namely Finn and his relationship to pain meds + stormpilot.
The first thing Finn asks when he wakes up is, “Where’s Rey?”The second thing he asks is, “Shouldn’t you be doing something important?”
The third thing he asks is, “Why aren’t they letting me get out of bed?”
Poe holds onto his hand and answers. “She’s coming back in a few days. I’m doing something important right now. They’re not letting you get up because you’re still healing.”
Finn clearly wants to argue with all three of those; for someone who grew up obeying orders, Poe thinks, the guy’s got a contrary streak a parsec wide. But after a minute he settles back into the bed. “I must be all better, though,” he says. “Nothing hurts.”
Poe’s eyebrows are climbing halfway up his forehead before he remembers about the Stormtrooper Acclimatization Protocols. He’s not supposed to say, nothing’s supposed to hurt, what the hell, Finn. “Do things usually hurt when you’re injured?”
“Pain is good for focus,” Finn says slowly, watching Poe carefully. “Did – you not know that?”
“I did,” says Poe, instead of saying something like what the fuck. “But it also makes life a lot less pleasant.”
Finn seems to consider this seriously. “So – what, you guys use pain meds even when you don’t need to? What if you run out? What happens if someone else is in pain and I used it all up, or–”
Poe has a flash to the bombing of their first Resistance base, a few years ago; General Organa had dragged a half-dozen people out of the wreckage before getting caught in a blast herself. Han had shown up less than three days later, frantic and awful and every bit the asshole Leia had described, and he’d sat at her bedside for two weeks until she woke up. She summoned Poe and Statura for a sitrep and had asked a million and one questions, with her leg still wrapped up and her arm in a sling, and Han slouched in a chair beside her, smiling faintly.
“I’ll have the doctor let you know just how much pain medication we’ve got,” he says to Finn. “Suffice to say, we’ve got plenty. And our supply lines are secure. And Finn,” he adds, leaning forward, Finn’s hand clutching at his, “You’re worth the expenditure, okay? The Resistance wants you healthy, but we’re not just an army, okay? We want you feeling feeling good, too.”
And Finn smiles, his hand warm in Poe’s.
