He's not with Cassian when the nurse finds him, which is probably the only way this situation could have arisen in the first place.
It's a confluence of bad events. Poe and Cassian have been practically glued to each other since Jyn's loss. Just not in this moment, not when a nurse comes running for the nearest person with a gun to say that there's someone trapped outside. Someone tried to make a run for the hospital, the things are closing in--
That's all Poe hears before he yells "Send backup!" and runs for the front doors. BB-8 screeches and shoots after him.
He busts outside into the waning light just in time to see one of the monsters punch a fist through the front windshield of a man's car. Poe recognizes him, the man, as a regular at Go Ask Alice. He always orders black coffee and a cinnamon muffin, blueberry if there's no cinnamon. He never varies, always smiles, always leaves a tip. He's just... a guy. Just someone getting by under the yoke of this place.
The monster rips the man whose name Poe never learned through the broken windshield in pieces.
Poe yells, a sound that might be "No!' and is equally likely to just be rage, and runs for the monster, firing his blaster. His aim is compromised. He's too angry. He has to get a grip.
(What are you doing, Dameron? There's nothing left to save.)
He stops, gets the gun up, and fires twice into the back of the monster's skull. It keels forward.
The second one hits Poe from behind. He feels teeth in his shoulder and claws in his side, and the sensation is so odd that he almost doesn't feel the pain of it.
BB-8 shrieks, and then the teeth are out of his shoulder, and Poe looks back to see a grapnel locked against the thing's throat and BB-8 blasting his torch into the monster's eye.
Poe tries to yell for BB-8 to get away, but he hits the ground instead. There's warmth dribbling over his stomach.
His blaster. Where's his blaster? He twists to look for it and a wash of pain makes the world go white.
His vision clears and there it is. On the pavement. Out of reach.
This isn't the way he’s supposed to die.
The person he wanted to help is dead. (I'm sorry Jyn.)
He reaches for his blaster, fingertips kissing the grip, he reaches for seconds and for hours while the world grays and darkens at its edges and the blaster stays kissing his fingertips sweet and rough and mocking. There's too much noise around him; the world is silent with it.
This isn't the way a pilot dies, bleeding on the ground.
evening of the 21st | closed to caroline & cassian & leia
It's a confluence of bad events. Poe and Cassian have been practically glued to each other since Jyn's loss. Just not in this moment, not when a nurse comes running for the nearest person with a gun to say that there's someone trapped outside. Someone tried to make a run for the hospital, the things are closing in--
That's all Poe hears before he yells "Send backup!" and runs for the front doors. BB-8 screeches and shoots after him.
He busts outside into the waning light just in time to see one of the monsters punch a fist through the front windshield of a man's car. Poe recognizes him, the man, as a regular at Go Ask Alice. He always orders black coffee and a cinnamon muffin, blueberry if there's no cinnamon. He never varies, always smiles, always leaves a tip. He's just... a guy. Just someone getting by under the yoke of this place.
The monster rips the man whose name Poe never learned through the broken windshield in pieces.
Poe yells, a sound that might be "No!' and is equally likely to just be rage, and runs for the monster, firing his blaster. His aim is compromised. He's too angry. He has to get a grip.
(What are you doing, Dameron? There's nothing left to save.)
He stops, gets the gun up, and fires twice into the back of the monster's skull. It keels forward.
The second one hits Poe from behind. He feels teeth in his shoulder and claws in his side, and the sensation is so odd that he almost doesn't feel the pain of it.
BB-8 shrieks, and then the teeth are out of his shoulder, and Poe looks back to see a grapnel locked against the thing's throat and BB-8 blasting his torch into the monster's eye.
Poe tries to yell for BB-8 to get away, but he hits the ground instead. There's warmth dribbling over his stomach.
His blaster. Where's his blaster? He twists to look for it and a wash of pain makes the world go white.
His vision clears and there it is. On the pavement. Out of reach.
This isn't the way he’s supposed to die.
The person he wanted to help is dead. (I'm sorry Jyn.)
He reaches for his blaster, fingertips kissing the grip, he reaches for seconds and for hours while the world grays and darkens at its edges and the blaster stays kissing his fingertips sweet and rough and mocking. There's too much noise around him; the world is silent with it.
This isn't the way a pilot dies, bleeding on the ground.
Would his mother be disappointed?
Would his father be proud?
This isn't supposed to be the way he goes.