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“Fox,” Thire whispers, kneeling down to the awfully still body lying in the hallway.
Fox is cold. But when he presses his fingers against the small patch of skin below his helmet he can feel his steady pulse, though too fast. He sends Nova a comm telling them to prepare a bed.
“Hey, Commander,” Thire tries again, nudging him. Fox groans this time.
“Fuck off.”
“You’re lying in the middle of the hallway,” Thire notes. “Come on, let’s get you up. Nova is waiting.”
“No,” Fox says.
“No?”
“Hurts. Moving—It hurts. Just leave me here for a bit. I’ll—I’ll be up later.”
Thire frowns. “I’m not leaving you here, Fox. Where does it hurt?”
“Head. Back. Everywhere.”
“Okay. How about this? I pick you up and get you to medical without you having to do a thing, and once you’re there Nova can help you.”
“It’ll hurt.”
“You’re very strong and brave.”
“Stop talking to me like I’m shiny,” Fox bites. Then sighs. “Okay. You can carry me.”
Thire carefully lifts his brother into his arms. Fox is quiet. If Thire had to guess he’d say that he’s biting back any noises that’d indicate he’d be in pain.
There’s blood sipping through the armor.
“Fox, how badly are you hurt,” Thire croaks as he arranges Fox to be as comfortable as possible and then quickly starts walking.
“I’ll live.”
“Fuck. What did he do to you?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary.”
“You’re shaking.”
“Probably from—the shocks.”
“You’re in shock?”
“No, dumbass. Electrical shocks.”
“Fucking hell, Fox.”
Fox doesn’t respond. He leans against Thire’s chestplate and Thire hears him breathe heavily through the helmet.
“Almost there, Commander,” he tries. Fox doesn’t respond.
As soon as he enters medbay Nova is in front of him, taking Fox’s still form out of his arms and wordlessly moving him to one of the beds. “Help him get that off,” they instruct. Thire moves to remove Fox’s individual armor pieces, and once those are gone Nova helps sit Fox up so they can get him out of his undersuit. Thire has to stop himself from wincing as he sees the bruises covering his body.
“I’ll kill him one day,” Thire says. Nova injects something in Fox’s arm and Fox takes the treatment silently, not quite looking at them. He does squeeze Thire’s hand back when Thire moves to hold his. “You know you can’t,” he breathes.
“Why were you in the hallway in the first place?”
“Wanted to go to my room after. Didn’t get further.”
“Idiot,” Thire says.
“I outrank you. Have—fuck, that hurts.”
Nova works quietly. Fox tightens his hold on Thire’s hand, and Thire imagines what it’d be like to put a bullet through the Chancellor’s skull.