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Stordan knew that going in that the mission to Scarif is likely going to get most of them killed, so he’s not sure why it’s surprising that he’s dying. Did they get the message out? Is Bodhi safe? Really, trying not to die should be his first concern, or the pain, but no here he is worrying about the mission. And he accused Andor of being a workaholic before this.
But a way to destroy a weapon that can kill a planet is a little more important than his life.
“Please, stay with me.”
Stordan frowns and tries to focus. Bodhi is near him, looking down at him. They’re on a ship! There’s definitely still fighting going on. He can hear it.
He tries to tell Bodhi not to worry about him, to just get himself out of here…and if he can save people who will actually live, that'd be good too. He’s not sure he actually gets any words out, but he’s able to brush Bodhi’s cheek with his hands, wipe away some tears.
Poor guy is getting an awful introduction to the Rebellion. Stordan wishes he could offer something better, but well, he’s definitely dying. Probably Bodhi will too. He’s not sure there’s a scenario where the shield stays down long enough for them to fly out.
There’s a clamor of boots and Bodhi getting shifted out of the way. He blinks at Graf long and slow. Stordan didn’t realize they’d brought any medics with them. He glances back, his eyes meeting Bodhi’s once more before everything goes dark.
And then everything is bright lights and bustling noise. Stordan groans. Med bay, right? He gives himself a moment to be grateful he’s alive before he opens his eyes. Bodhi is curling up in a chair near him, head pillowed against the wall. He sits up, his blanket shifting around his shoulders as he blinks at Stordan.
“You’re awake,” Bodhi whispers. In that moment all Stordan can see is how he sent Bodhi out for that dangerous run with the cable.
“We’re alive?” Stordan croaks. His throat is dry. “Really thought I was dying there for a moment.”
Bodhi glances away, then back, “Thankfully Graf had an AED on him.”
“Oh,” Stordan stills. Sometimes he hates being right. Also how do you flirt with a pilot after that? Hey, I almost died in your arms, but clearly I’m still…no, that needs some work. He shifts his blankets over. “I could probably use a hug after that.”
Bodhi snorts softly, but then he’s slowly swinging the blanket he’s wrapped in onto the bed and crawling in. They shift to get comfortable. Bodhi yawns. “They’ll come looking for me soon.”
“Where are you hurt?” Stordan asks.
Bodhi bites his lip and glances down. Stordan touches his cheek.
“Encountering a Bor means they want to monitor me,” Bodhi finally tells him.
A Bor? “Those sometimes kill people or…” Stordan trails off and shudders. He’s read about the way Bor will take all your memories out of your head and then just shove them back in discombobulated. “They had a Bor on Scarif?”
“Saw had one,” Bodhi admits.
So they both almost died. Stordan frowns at Bodhi, then leans in slowly and gives him a brief kiss. “We’re putting you in the running for worst welcome to the Rebellion.”
Bodhi laughs sadly.
“I’m serious,” Stordan tries. Bodhi smiles at him. Stordan kisses him about it, slower this time, and Bodhi kisses him back. It’s good not to be dead.