[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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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--