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Your eyes flutter open to the sound of X Wings taking off; remembering that there would be another mission today. Looking to the side, you see that your roommate is gone; she must have left for an earlier shift. You get up and put on your nurses uniform and rush to your shift.
It’s been a slow day at work, not many people coming in and out since most of the fighters are gone. You start to write in your journal, writing about the mission and how many people you think would need medical attention once they all get back from the mission. You continue to write, when the sound of footsteps gain your attention.
You turn to see two other nurses and eavesdrop on their conversation.
“You know, that Poe Dameron guy is really handsome. He’s out on that mission, I hope he’ll be safe.” One said.
“Yeah, I guess, but he’s a little scruffy looking, don’t you think?” The other said.
The nurses continue to talk, you turn back and role your eyes. You start to think about Poe, thinking that he’s this hotshot guy who’s probably a douchebag. You scoff at the thought, you don’t even know him, and so you shouldn’t judge him too quickly.
Few days pass, and everyone comes back from the mission during your shift. You walk by some of your colleagues to take a look at who was being brought to the Medical Bay. You look and see Poe, being assisted by one of his fellow pilots.
Doctor Kalonia notices you looking at him. “(Y/N),” She says, catching your attention. “Take care of Pilot Dameron, put him in room 9.” You nod your head and walk over to Poe and his friends saying that you’ll take him.
You put your hand on his back for support. Damn, he’s pretty muscular. You thought, but ignore the fact completely as you push the door of room 9 open and gesture him to sit on the cot.
“Umm… Hi, Mr. Dameron, I’m (Y/N), (Y/N)(L/N). I’m going to be your nurse, so I have to umm… examine you.” You say as you grab the needed materials, Poe watching your every move. He’s sitting up with his legs dangling from the cot, you know the examination procedure but struggle to tell him it.
“You have to umm…” You hesitantly say, trying to tell him that he has to take his uniform off. He smirks at you, making you blush and does it himself. “I know.” He said, followed by a small cough. “Don’t stress yourself too much, take a deep breath and relax.” He does as you said, and you start examining him, neither one of you making a sound.
After a short while, you break the silence. “Just a couple of cuts and bruises, you’ll be fine, but you need stitches.” You say, calmly grabbing some cleansing liquid and a small cloth. Poe doesn’t say anything, just nods his head and stares at you while you treat him.
You start cleaning one of the deeper cuts on his arm, and you see him wince as you do so. “Sorry, I know it kind of hurts.” You say, continuing to treat him. “Stings like a bitch.” He said chuckling a little. “You’ve got a positive attitude, that’s good.” You say, laughing softly.
Oh, shit. She’s cute. Poe thought and started smiling, watching you walk away to get a syringe and stitching materials, his smile started to fade, knowing what was coming next. You notice this, “This is just for numbing the pain.” You say, preparing to inject him. “Yeah, I know.” He said.
Slowly, you put the syringe into his arm. Your tongue sticks out a bit in concentration, and it instantly made Poe’s heart beat a little faster. You bring out the needle and put it away, getting ready to stich him up. “This one might sting a little more.” You say. “Ready?” You ask putting the needle onto his arm. Poe clenches his teeth, and you start to stich.
It only takes you about 15 minutes to finish stitching the cut, you clean up the wound. “That wasn’t so bad.” Poe said, looking at you. But he knew the only reason it didn’t hurt too much was because of you. “You’re a great doctor.” He said, smiling at you. “I’m a nurse, but thank you, Mr. Dameron.” You say as you prepare to treat the rest of his cuts and bruises. He kind of liked it when you would address him as “Mr. Dameron”.
While you treat him, you two start talking about how he got the wounds and about the mission. You start to uncover him a bit more and found him rather interesting and kind. So he’s not a douchebag, and he’s not bad looking either. You thought. What? You couldn’t help it, those nurses were right.
He learns more about you too, on how your parents died before you joined the resistance and how you came to be. He found you interesting too, and craved to know more. But, you finished treating him and he was fixed up and ready to go.
You check him one last time, not wanting your time together to end. “Well, you’re good to go, Mr. Dameron. Here are some clothes, I’ll have them clean your uniform.” You say politely, handing him some clothes and stepping away from him. He stands up and takes the clothes, “Just call me Poe.” He says. “Okay, Poe.” You say, looking away in an attempt to hide your blush.
Poe smiles, and without a doubt noticed your flustered face, a few seconds pass with an awkward silence. “Well, thank you, (Y/N). I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me today.” He says with a smile. You look at him right in the eye, “Anytime, Poe.” You say, extending your right arm to shake his hand.
He steps forward, and hugs you briefly instead. You gasp softly at the action, making Poe smirk with delight. He lets go, and walks to the door, nodding at you before he leaves. You stood there in shock, with your face heating up into a scarlet red. You have to write about this in your journal.
Poe left the medical bay, as he thought about how sweet you were to him, and the way your hair perfectly fell on your face; he had to see you again, at least once. He thought about what you said. ”Anytime, Poe.”
Anytime, indeed, (Y/N). Anytime, indeed.
You two will cross paths again soon enough.