Star Wars Oneshots

Poisoning (SP)

A/N: A Febuwhump prompt!

TW: poisoning, nasty side effects (incl. vomiting, hallucinations, chills, fever, etc)

Finn's Point of View

Poe and Finn had gone off-planet yesterday, to Dantooine, to gather more food for the Resistance on D'Qar. It was important, very important, Leia had told them.

So Poe and Finn had tried every tactic in the book to get the twenty-some crates of ration bars, The leader of the town insisted they stay the night and eat with him, as a common courtesy, so the two agreed to act married so they could share a room and continue planning.

The dinner was delicious; a rare delicacy of krayt dragon meat, roasted until it was dripping with juices, laid out on a golden platter. They were each individually salted and had their own drinks -- which was where things went too far.

Now, Poe was on the ship with Finn on their way back to D'Qar. The crates of ration bars were safely in the cargo hold, BB-8 rolling in and out of the cockpit and the med bay, where Poe was.

Because Poe had been poisoned.

His face was pale and sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead and severely dilated eyes half-closed. Mumbling a string of seemingly random words and reaching for things in the air that weren't there, Finn by his side, even though Poe didn't seem to know that.

Then he'd shift and know Finn was there, ask him what was wrong, ask him for answers he didn't have. Finn didn't know what was worse.

The tiny med bay didn't have many supplies, and Poe's conditioning was worsening. He began retching dry about once a minute, abruptly becoming violent vomiting, puke splattering into a bucket nonstop until his stomach was completely empty.

Then came cramps and chills so harsh he shook from head to toe, crying and curled into a ball, begging for blankets, even though his skin was so hot to the touch it felt like it could burn Finn.

Finn sponged off his forehead over and over, wiping off the sweat just to have it replaced a moment later. They were already in hyperspace, BB-8 at the controls, trying to make the Falcon move even faster so they could get to where Poe might be okay.

"Finn," Poe whispered, eyes fully closed now. "Finn, help me. I'm too cold. Help me."

Finn's heart dropped into his shoes. "No, Poe, you're hot. I can't give you any blankets."

"Please," Poe begged. "Please." 

Finn picked up a glass of water and held it to Poe's lips. "Drink some, you'll feel better."

Poe drank greedily, and Finn took it away after a few sips. "Let's see how that sits with you."

The answer: not well. Poe had puked it up within a minute, and he'd gone very still, face ashen and arms limp, not quivering uncontrollably like earlier. "We're dropping out of hyperspace now, Poe. Come on."

And, though he knew it was bad to panic, Finn did. Poe wasn't responding to anything. Finn grasped Poe's wrist, feeling for a pulse. His own heart nearly stopped when he didn't find anything. Adjusting his grip, he watched Poe's chest rise and fall shallowly, he found a pulse, too slow and extremely irregular.

"How long, BB-8?" Finn shouted, sweat dripping off his nose, eyes wild as Poe's breathing slowed. Some beeping echoed from the cockpit. "Make it sooner! We're losing him! Tell the base!"

And Finn pounded on Poe's chest, forcing something to change as BB-8 lowered the Falcon down to the base.

Finn forced himself to breathe as he pumped his hands up and down, up and down, arm cramping but not caring, focusing on moving Poe's chest up and down, up and down.

The instant the Falcon touched the ground, a team of medics rushed up the ramp and into the med bay, one taking over Finn's CPR, two more holding bags of little glass bottles, another taking Poe's vitals.

Finn refused to relax just yet. "Is Poe all right? Will he be okay?"

A few minutes later, the CPR medic stood and moved to the side, telling Finn, "We restarted his heart and he's being treated now. He'll pull through."

"Thank you," Finn managed.

The other medics finished with his preliminary treatments and loaded him onto a floating stretcher. Poe's mouth moved, a small sound emitted. "Finn," he mumbled.

"What, Poe? I'm here," Finn answered, rushing to his side. 

"Will I be okay?"

"Yes, I think so. Yeah," Finn grinned.

"Thanks for saving me, buddy. Thank you." Poe cracked his eyes open, offered a small smile, and fell asleep.