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"I need your help!"
A desperate plea through gritted teeth, Ben was on the edge. His side gushed, blood dripping and freely flowing to the floor of the Falcon. He dared not remove his focus from his father, in a forced stasis to keep him alive. For better or worse, it seemed, this was his place now. Looking over at Rey once more, he called her again. "Get over here!"
His hands are shaking, desperately willing the life back into the older Solo. He was strong, his relationship with the Force near intimate, but he was only human. All healing energy he had, was being poured into his father. His wound was a distraction that he couldn't afford to keep. "Put your hands near my side and focus." Motioning with his elbow towards his wound hidden under black, it was almost impossible to see unless you took a close look. Though it dripped, cruor was hidden against the dark fabric. Her hesitation only proved to make him more frustrated. Grabbing her wrist with a gloved hand, Ben pulled her arm to his side against the hot wound.
"If you don't help me, he's going to die!"
