Date: 2016-02-12 10:05 am (UTC)
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[ I'm fine, he wants to snap, pride bruised when he sees Hux come to him, a familiar shape amidst the brittle chaos. But the words are trapped in his throat, and when he tries to stand on his own, he finally stumbles, his arm looping around the General's solid shoulders.

He growls to himself, a sound of frustration and disgust, and perhaps it's Hux's overwhelming emotion that bleeds into him as well. He fights to focus on the sound of his voice, leaning against him. It stings, being this weak; but there is nothing to be done for it right now, when all his strength is channeled into staying upright.

Hux is the only one welcome within the perimeters of his personal space, an unconscious force-field keeping out the others who dare to stray too close.

It doesn't take long before they make their way to the Finalizer, the barrier faltering to allow the medical team close; but Kylo doesn't let go of Hux, not willingly. There are too many broken pieces, too much to hold on to, and the General is the one stable thing in the storm that circles him.

The doctor murmurs quiet instructions, setting off to Kylo's private quarters, flanked by the medical team -- he refuses to let them close, a wolf wounded and likely to lash out, subconsciously seeking comfort from the presence of the one man he allows closer than others. He's cut off too much today, and all that's left is --

-- he doesn't know what this is. Not anymore. Stay with us, Hux says, and he does. He must. ]
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