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Bones enters the room pushing a wheel chair, and everyone turns to stare at her. “I'm kicking you all out,” she says lightly.
In the corner, Bodhi's face drops.
“Why?” Jyn asks, chin jutting forward and setting.
“Well it's either that or Linta murders Chirrut or me,” she replies. Chirrut grins in the general direction of Linta. “Orders from up high. They've ordered your release from my tender care.”
Cassian looks at her. “I can't walk,” he says.
“Wheelchair. You're not getting legs because then you'll be on them all the time. You're also going to follow my imposed rest and rehabilitation regime, or I will collect your kidney as well as Davits',” Bones says as she pushes the chair up to Cassian's bedside. Bones casts a look at Jyn, who nods and sets her chin even more firmly. Bones grins. “Jyn is my external enforcer.” Cassian sends a worried glance over to the bed next to him, where Jyn sits and watches.
“Okay,” Cassian says, slowly and carefully, not taking his eyes off Jyn. She is perched on the edge of her bed, crutches just to one side and in easy reach.
“Even though you're no longer in the infirmary, you are still recovering, and you need to spend the majority of your time at leisure, which means lying in your cot and playing with a datapad. Or sleeping. Having a wheelchair does not mean you can spend more time scooting around in said wheelchair because you're not on your feet,” Bones continues.
“Okay,” Cassian says.
“The wheelchair is also an old model, sorry, we can get all the fancy as fuck bacta shit, but we can't get our hands on anything repulsorlift powered, don't ask me why, I'm still wondering whether the heads of medicine have actually been lobotomised or if they've been replaced by nerfs.” Linta snorts at that. “Sit up and get in and you're free to go.”
Bones is impressed at the speed at which Cassian lifts himself up and works his way to the edge of the bed. He takes a moment to gauge the height of the wheelchair, the height of the bed, and the best way of maneuvering himself from here to there. He grabs the wheelchair and moves it a bit. “This is the wheel lock,” Bones says, pointing to one of the buttons on the side. Cassian hums as he considers, adjusts the wheelchair some more, and locks the wheels.
Bones is even more impressed at how quickly Cassian works out the logistics of getting from a bed into a wheelchair using mostly his upper body. He settles, unlocks the wheels, and experimentally runs his arms down the wheel railings.
“Okay, I can go now?” Cassian asks, looking up at Bones impatiently.
“Yeah, there are some ensigns outside ready to take you to your rooms. Now fuck off,” Bones grizzles, stalking over to her desk and grabbing her datapad.
Jyn swings herself to her foot on her crutches and follows Cassian out with a quiet “I'll keep an eye on him.”
Bodhi ducks his head and clutches his datapad to his chest. “Thank you,” he says earnestly.
“You're back in every two days for a week, and no working on anything without thick gloves. The skin on your hands is still too new,” Bones replies, not looking up.
“Okay, I'll see you then,” Bodhi says, and wanders out after Jyn.
Chirrut is ready and waiting at the door. Baze turns to look back. Bones glares at him. He meets her look. Raises an eyebrow and gives a little smile. Bones glares harder.
“We'll see you later!” Chirrut says, cheerfully.
“Fuck off,” Bones growls, rolling her eyes.
“Don't come back any time soon!” Linta calls to their departing backs. “If I ever hear another blind joke again it will be too soon.”
“Fuck, right.”