The unknown soldier.

Confessions

There is more ED in this part so please read with caution thank you!

Poe's POV.

She crouched in front of me her eyes scanning the cuts over my body. She slowly unwrapped my bandages with nimble fingers, working quickly. Once they were exposed she dabbed at them with a wet cloth, getting rid of the extra blood, and cleaning off anything that could possibly infect me. I wish I could know what was going on in her head, I wanted to know what she thought of me. Letting a hiss escape my lips as she applied a solution to my burns. "Sorry." She grimaced.

Placing my hand on hers to let her know it was ok, she visibly relaxed and continued. She finished and brought over new soap and a fuzzy ball of mesh. "What is that?" I asked, confused. She smiled and held it up. "A loofa. It's to wash your body." Pouring soap on it Nat ran it under some water and asked for my arm. Starting to slowly wash it, the soap immediately turned into foam. She washed my entire body except for the part where she called my no-no square and that I was responsible for that. Then she took a new cloth and wiped off the soap leaving my skin nice and soft.

Then she had me stand and hold onto her as she moved the bench I sat on over into the shower. I sat once again and she slightly placed her cold hands on my shoulders to indicate to lean back slightly. "I don't want you to get your shorts wet," Nat said while turning on the showerhead. The water-dampened my hair slightly before it was turned off and shampoo was poured in my hair. Delicately, her fingers worked through my thick curly hair. Natalie was so focused, and to be honest it was quite adorable. The way her eyes scrunched and how she chewed her lip a bit when she was concentrating on something always made me smile.

The massage she gave my scalp was unreal, it felt amazing. She leaned me back again and the shower head was turned on again while she still scrubbed my head, making sure all the soap was out. "There you go, all nice and clean." She smiled. I laughed out loud as she gave me a confused look. Soap foam was in her hair. I motioned to it and her face got red from embarrassment.

Wiping the soap off her, she turned to the towel and ruffled my hair, gently dabbing the areas around my stitches and burns. I watched as her eyes scanned over my body, making sure that everything was dry and still stayed stitched. Her grey eyes locked with mine. "You're alright now, I will bring you your clothes."

She helped me back to my bed after I changed, my legs still were weak, and it made me angry that I couldn't do anything on my own. "Ahhggg." I let out a devilish sound after sitting on my bed. "What?" Nat asked me.

"Bored!" I said. "There is nothing for me to do...." Nat plopped a stack of papers on my bed. "Lea gave me these. They are for documenting the spy." I groaned. "I want to do something fun, Nat." She sighed looking at me with a little smile. "Well, it is Finn's birthday...." Her eyes lit up, "You wanna go cause chaos?"

"Of course." 

"What does he hate the most?" She asked me while helping me into my wheelchair. "Besides you." I faked a hurt gasp before a devilish grin crossed my face. "Oh, he hates getting in trouble. Let's make a surprise party and make it seem like the general is pissed at him." Nat bit her lip trying to suppress a laugh and butterflies formed in my stomach.   

"Let's do it. I'll talk to the general." She got up and ran to her room, before coming back with a huge smile. "Chewie is going to take Finn onto the falcon for 'repairs aka, Chewie is going to break a ton of things and then Finn is going to help him fix it." 

We set to work. I couldn't do much but I could order people around, which I liked. We decorated the entire mess hall with streamers, balloons, and projected pictures of him with his friends. Our favorite was the selfie Chewie took with him while Finn was sleeping. Nat wheeled me into the kitchen where she started making a cake. She knew exactly what she was doing. Pouring flour, sugar, milk, eggs, vanilla, and another powder which she said was baking soda into a bowl, whisking it together.