[ It had been senseless, really. Violence against ImPorts was rare, but not unheard of - most people weren't stupid or desperate enough to try anything against highly powered individuals. Bodhi's abilities weren't defensive in nature, and while he could actually defend himself in a fight, it wouldn't matter if there was more than one person versus him. Or if they had a weapon and he did not.
It had started - well, he'd heard a woman needing help in an alley. Sounded as though she'd been mugged, someone had taken her purse. He'd pulled out his phone had gone to investigate and promptly had two attackers on him, causing him to drop the phone. There was a glint of sharp metal, and a stabbing pain in his gut as one of the men twisted the knife while the other went through his pockets. A set up, he realizes a moment too late, and he'd fallen for it.
He'd laugh at his own stupidity, if it didn't hurt so much. And someone should know, so it wasn't a stranger stumbling on his body, his friends would know what had happened - instead of wondering where he'd gone off to. Swallowing, he reaches his phone with bloody fingers and leaves a hurried message to Poe.
[He heard the ping a couple minutes before he answered it, having stopped to wash the grease off his hands first. He and BB-8 had been fooling around with the junk car he'd gotten, seeing if they could fix it up a bit. So by the time he got the text, a couple minutes had passed -
And his heart fell through his feet.
That was not a text sent randomly. That only meant one thing. Bodhi was in trouble. Poe immediately sprinted to the door, grabbing his carpet as BB-8 whistled a worried tone behind him.]
Sorry bud, no time. You gotta stay here. I'll explain when I'm back. [And then he was in the air, racing forward while he hurriedly dialled Bodhi on his phone.
[ He keeps his phone in hand, while he waits - hoping Poe had seen his message. Bodhi probably could have called Kay as well, or instead of - but Poe had been the first person to come to mind and he couldn't quite muster the energy to raise his arm, or dial a second time.
The ring of the phone is what brings him back out of the haze, he swallows and hits the speaker button after a few seconds of fumbling. ]
[He felt his heart restart. Not dead, not kidnapped. The worst case scenarios were already knocked off the list. His pace slowing a fraction so he could talk properly.]
Um.... [ a pause, some shifting and a groan. Obviously not well. ] Mugged. Took my wallet. Gonna feel... pretty stupid when they see how much was in it.
No, forget the ambulance. [ He hadn't even thought to call them, his mistake perhaps but he could only think of not wanting to be alone for this. Not again. ] Just hurry.
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It had started - well, he'd heard a woman needing help in an alley. Sounded as though she'd been mugged, someone had taken her purse. He'd pulled out his phone had gone to investigate and promptly had two attackers on him, causing him to drop the phone. There was a glint of sharp metal, and a stabbing pain in his gut as one of the men twisted the knife while the other went through his pockets. A set up, he realizes a moment too late, and he'd fallen for it.
He'd laugh at his own stupidity, if it didn't hurt so much. And someone should know, so it wasn't a stranger stumbling on his body, his friends would know what had happened - instead of wondering where he'd gone off to. Swallowing, he reaches his phone with bloody fingers and leaves a hurried message to Poe.
His location. ]
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And his heart fell through his feet.
That was not a text sent randomly. That only meant one thing. Bodhi was in trouble. Poe immediately sprinted to the door, grabbing his carpet as BB-8 whistled a worried tone behind him.]
Sorry bud, no time. You gotta stay here. I'll explain when I'm back. [And then he was in the air, racing forward while he hurriedly dialled Bodhi on his phone.
Pick up, pick up...]
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The ring of the phone is what brings him back out of the haze, he swallows and hits the speaker button after a few seconds of fumbling. ]
'm here.
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Gave me a heart attack, bud. You okay?
I'm on my way - what'd'you need?
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Um. Not really.
[ He looks down at himself again. At the blood gushing out from between his fingers. ]
I was mugged. N-not doing so great, honestly.
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What do you mean you were mugged? [A note of worry, and there's suddenly a much more quick rushing of wind. He was definitely going faster.]
Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do I need to call an ambulance - -
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No, forget the ambulance. [ He hadn't even thought to call them, his mistake perhaps but he could only think of not wanting to be alone for this. Not again. ] Just hurry.
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[And he really was, which was audible. He can barely be heard over the sound of the wind.]
Just hang on, there, bud--