So another (longer) drabble, based on a prompt I saw about one of them patching the other up. May continue, but I'm just posting what I have as I finish them, and this is what I got for the moment. :P
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"Get up." something that feels vaguely like a boot prods into Ren's right side, and he grunts, eyes peeling wide as his mouth opens to release a tide of mixed blood and bile. For a few moments, it's all he can do to turn his head to the side and heave as lights flash behind his eyes and jolts of pain shoot through his body. Then he collapses back, exhausted by effort that it shouldn't have taken.
She nudges him again and he wishes she wouldn't.
"You have to get up." her hands fist in his shirt, try to haul him- twice her size and dead weight- to his feet. He blinks at her, eyes unfocused. She's panting, trying to get him up, a flush of exertion flooding her soot-grayed cheeks, and behind her he can just make out the smoldering outline of what must be his fighter, half-buried in grey sand and missing one side. He can't remember what happened. Something in his head feels...disconnected. "Come on," she hisses, jerking at him again, and finally succeeds in dragging him to his feet. The world spins around him as soon she stops supporting him, and he starts to fall again.
"Ben!" there is panic in her voice. There is often panic in her voice. Or anger. Fear. He likes it better when she's thoughtful. Or hopeful. Hopeful...is best. "Ben, you have to stay up. You have to get out of here."
He shakes his head, tries to clear it. His suit is plastered to his skin, just below his left ribs, sticky and too warm, and it hurts. Breathing hurts.
"Ben." her hands- cold, so refreshingly cold- cup his face, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes are so bright it hurts to look at them, but he can't look away either. She holds his gaze with the sheer force of her will. "You have to go east." she nods in the right direction without ever taking her eyes from his. "You understand me? You have to stay up. You have to walk."
He tries to nod, and the world wobbles again. She steadies him with her hands on his chest, turns him. "Go. Go now." a push to his back, and he stumbles forward, into the light of the double suns. One step. Two. Three. He wants to ask why, what's in the east, why is she there- and then he realizes, as that place in his mind where they connect flickers for a painful split second. She was never there at all.
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"The hell?!" Finn yelps, and Rey turns, hand on her lightsaber. Then her knuckles go white on the grip, her face losing its color, and she starts running. The black-clad figure in the distance has stumbled, fallen; he doesn't get up.
Finn is fit, but not fit enough to keep up, and by the time he reaches them, Rey has already torn open the torso of Kylo Ren's battlesuit to reveal the jagged-edged puncture just below his ribs. The piece of metal that had inflicted the damage lies beside them, removed in order to remove the suit and examine the wound. The demon himself is completely unconscious, though his chest rises and falls just enough to inform Finn that he isn't dead- at least not yet.
"It may have punctured his lung." she says, her voice not quite clinical; it has an edge Finn can't quite identify. She continues her investigation of the injury, and Finn folds his arms, content.
"Good riddance to the bastard then." he growls, and for a moment Rey doesn't respond. Her fingers have stopped probing the edge of the casm in Ren's flesh, the ribs above. Then her lightsaber glows to life, brilliant as a star against the dull sand, and satisfaction rises in Finn's chest.
Yes. Make sure he's gonna die.
She lifts the weapon gingerly, moves it slowly.
Kylo Ren howls to life, his face contorted with pain as he jerks away from the gleaming blue blade. Rey drops the saber, now lightless, and pins him back to the sand with her hands on his shoulders, repeating his name over and over as though there's something in him besides a monster. As though she-
Finn's eyes fall to the bloody gash in the other man's side, and his mouth falls open. He'd thought that Rey missed her mark. That her fear of this man, her memories of the things he'd done, had made her hesitate too long. But no.
Where once there was a gaping, bleeding hole, there is now an angry, sealed burn.
"It's alright, Ben, you're alright."
Finn hears her voice as though through water, watches as though through a heat screen as she and Ren- her bloodied hands still on his shoulders, his gloved fingers wrapped around her wrists- stare each other in the eyes, both panting and shaking, communicating without words as though he and the rest of the world aren't there. As though they aren't on opposite sides of a godforsaken war.