[ Pride is something he can understand. His own is in tatters at the current moment, but he’s swallowing it in the process of staying alive. Of making sure that Kylo Ren does as well. Returning to Snoke empty-handed would easier, but it would damn his career. Moreover, he does not do failure well or easily.
Neither of them do, really. The other man is growling low, a rough sound that would normally have people turning in fear. Hux has grown used to his temper. Moreover, there’s more at stake here than how the other man currently feels about his situation. Eventually, he feels the deeper press of weight on his shoulders as Ren leans on him more heavily. It’s not a long way to the ship and once boarded, he gives command to pull up the docking door and leave. The last thing any of them would want is to get stuck in the gravitational pull of an imploding planet. As it was, they were risking it by still being planet-side as it shuddered in its death throes.
Everything lurches when the ship takes off and he busies himself with trying to stem some of the bleeding on Ren’s side. In places, it’s difficult, since the Force-user seems reluctant to let go. Perhaps, he thinks, it’s about stability. Keeping himself upright.
Time is fast and slow all at once. The crew onboard the Finalizer greets them, medical standing by as ordered. A faint note of pride sings somewhere in his mind– they’re doing so well in the middle of a crisis. That thought is pushed away to focus on the ruckus that Ren is kicking up, refusing to have attention paid to him by the medical staff. Hux feels his anger welling up. Why now? Why is he intent on acting like a child? It must be the shock. The pressure has finally made him snap. Cool headed as always, the doctor takes it in stride, doling out his own set of orders. With no other choice left, considering he's locked in the steely grip of Kylo Ren himself, he follows the medical team to a more personal room in medbay.
Once there, it's a clinical dressing down. Stripped bare, a concoction of medicines (this for pain, for numbing, for sedation). Through it all, he keeps his lips pressed thin, a reassuring presence nearby as he oversees. The amount of blood is distressing and he feels like he'll be sick, but exhaustion keeps him from it.
Hours pass and finally, finally, a tenuous stability is found. Hux is slumped in a close chair, shoulders bending inwards, back curving under the aching tiredness that runs through him. ]
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Date: 2016-02-13 01:01 am (UTC)Neither of them do, really. The other man is growling low, a rough sound that would normally have people turning in fear. Hux has grown used to his temper. Moreover, there’s more at stake here than how the other man currently feels about his situation. Eventually, he feels the deeper press of weight on his shoulders as Ren leans on him more heavily. It’s not a long way to the ship and once boarded, he gives command to pull up the docking door and leave. The last thing any of them would want is to get stuck in the gravitational pull of an imploding planet. As it was, they were risking it by still being planet-side as it shuddered in its death throes.
Everything lurches when the ship takes off and he busies himself with trying to stem some of the bleeding on Ren’s side. In places, it’s difficult, since the Force-user seems reluctant to let go. Perhaps, he thinks, it’s about stability. Keeping himself upright.
Time is fast and slow all at once. The crew onboard the Finalizer greets them, medical standing by as ordered. A faint note of pride sings somewhere in his mind– they’re doing so well in the middle of a crisis. That thought is pushed away to focus on the ruckus that Ren is kicking up, refusing to have attention paid to him by the medical staff. Hux feels his anger welling up. Why now? Why is he intent on acting like a child? It must be the shock. The pressure has finally made him snap. Cool headed as always, the doctor takes it in stride, doling out his own set of orders. With no other choice left, considering he's locked in the steely grip of Kylo Ren himself, he follows the medical team to a more personal room in medbay.
Once there, it's a clinical dressing down. Stripped bare, a concoction of medicines (this for pain, for numbing, for sedation). Through it all, he keeps his lips pressed thin, a reassuring presence nearby as he oversees. The amount of blood is distressing and he feels like he'll be sick, but exhaustion keeps him from it.
Hours pass and finally, finally, a tenuous stability is found. Hux is slumped in a close chair, shoulders bending inwards, back curving under the aching tiredness that runs through him. ]