So since it’s taking me forfuckingever here is a snippet of the next chapter of Hopeless Isn’t A Place (also on ao3: I’m reysrose there-the website currently sucks.)
“Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll ask, next time. Can I touch you?”
Rey nods, her eyes fluttering shut as Jess begins to shift her on the floor. There’s crusty dried blood all over her, and she’s practically naked and icy to touch. A swollen, angry knot rests on the crown of her head, burns and blisters are scattered across her torso, and her back is flayed open, covered in black and purple bruising. Her face doesn’t look much better than her back. Jess swallows a wave of nausea and rests Rey’s heavy head on her lap, feeling down her ribs. Nothing feels broken, thank the Maker.
“Snap, she needs clothes.”
Snap looks up from where he’s forcing a fever reducer down Poe’s throat. He takes in Rey, her blue lips, fingers, and toes, and swears.
“Fucking shit. We need to move, Jess. Get her up. Dameron, can you walk?”
