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He could only assume the grenade had been improperly manufactured, and so possessed only half the destructive power it should have had. There was no other explanation for his being alive. By all rights, he shouldn’t be.
But even half of an explosion is no small thing; Bodhi was blinded instantly and, prior to receiving medical treatment, was unable to hear anything but a loud ringing in his ears.
He had blacked out for a moment or two after the grenade detonated, but he was never really unconscious. It was only a few seconds before he felt the full, agonizing extent of his injuries.
He screamed. He couldn’t hear it, but he knew he did. He screamed.
Eventually, he managed to get to his knees and crawl to the other side of the ship. He sliced open his hands and legs on the damaged floor, but he made it to the cockpit, collapsing as soon as he did. The tears that ran down his face only made the burns hurt even more.
It wasn’t long before he began praying for death.
As soon as he did, though, he felt them. Two hands, one on each of his own, soothing the cuts and giving him a feeling to focus on besides the pain. Both hands were different; one large and rough, but gentle, grounding, thumb resting just above his pulse. The other was smaller, with a strong grip on Bodhi’s wrist, forefinger sweeping back and forth across his knuckles reassuringly.
He knew instantly who it was.
Chirrut. Baze.
You have to leave now, Bodhi, they told him, though he still heard nothing. You have to get off this planet.
I can’t, he thinks. I can’t see to fly, and Jyn and Cassian and K2 aren’t back yet and you two -
We are one with the Force, they say, and the Force is with you. Jyn, Cassian and K2 are not finished yet, but they will be soon. Soon, they will be safe.
He trusts them.
Bodhi pulled himself into the pilot’s chair, found the controls, and took off. Chirrut and Baze’s hands never left his own, and he was guided safely back to the Rebel base. When the ship had settled on the ground, and Bodhi had slumped back in the chair, exhausted and hurting more than he ever has in his life, Chirrut and Baze nudged him gently to sleep.
Rest and heal, Bodhi Rook. We are with you.
All of us.