Star Wars: The pilot and the storm trooper

The face he hoped for

Finn woke up 2 days later. Poe was the first to know, besides the hospital staff. The staff had seen him in and out of Finns room and figured he was close to Poe. A nurse ran up to the flight deck to inform Poe.
"Sir? You are needed in the infirmary."
Poe was slightly confused, " I'm about to go on a test flight, can it wait."
" Well sir, we thought you would want to know."
"Know what?", Poe pondered for a second than his face broke out into a smile, his entire face lit up, "Finn! He's awake!"
Poe rushed past the nurse, racing as fast as he could to the infirmary. He got to Finns room. He stopped a few feet away, scared of something. Poe felt a tugging in his chest, unfamiliar to him. What if Finn didn't remember him? What if this wasn't because Finn woke up... It was because is condition worsened, or he was dead. Poe didn't like this unknown, but he took a deep breath and stepped into Finns room. He looked towards the bed Finn was in, and took a few more steps forward. Poe saw a face, the one he had seen every day for the past 2 weeks, and the one that has been giving him hope. The one he had hoped for. Except now Finn was awake a smiling at Poe weakly.
"Hey Poe"
The tugging in Poes chest worsened, he ran over to Finns bed and gently sat on it. Finn cringed a little when Poe sat down, and Poe leaned closer to him.
" Hey Buddy, are are you okay?"
"Better I guess, I'm awake," Finn gasped a little, then eyed his arm. He was scared of what had happened, but at ease a little of the sight of Poe.
"What happened," Finn was flustered, "Why does everything hurt? Where are we, is Rey ok?"
" Hey, Hey, calm down, everything is ok," Poe said in a soothing voice. He brushed Finns arm lightly, trying to reassure his friend." You got hurt, bad. Your arm healed mostly, but your back," Poe stammered, "Well," he reached for the patient form and read of a page." The patients back suffers lacerations around the spinal cord. Only one part of the spinal cord was cut at the lower back, not all the way through. Medications and intense therapy will be needed. Approximated time of recovery: 2-3 weeks from the current date depended on wake up."
" Wow thanks doc, so a long road to recovery? This sucks, hopefully I'll get through it." That's the Finn he new.  The slightly optimistic yet a Johnny rain cloud like persona was familiar.
" Well, if you need help, I've got your back."
" I think the meds have my back Poe."
"You know what I mean!" Poe blushed, " Therapy is rough here, I know the chick who runs it."
"In a good way?"
"That's debatable."
Finn tried to adjust himself but cringed in pain.  He didn't want Poe to see him like this, all needy and stuff.  Silently Poe scooped up Finn a bit and adjusted Finn more upward.  Finn felt rather embarrassed, but he felt he shouldn't feel embarrassed around a friend.  Poe was just trying to help.
"I've got you Buddy." Poe said quietly. 
Finn smiled and nodded, "I've got YOUR back."
Poe laughed and glanced toward a bin near Finns bed. He picked it up and set it on his lap. He looked at Finn, and Finn shrugged. The box opened easily, and both looked inside.