Monroe didn’t wait for the others to get off the Raven before sprinting off. He couldn’t see straight, could barely think past the fragile weight of the tiny body clutched in his hands. He needed to get to Ceres. She would be able to help, right? She would be able to fix whatever it was that had cause Jax to-
He burst into Ceres’ office, and a pen bounced off his helmet.
“Monroe? What the hell?” Ceres stood behind her desk, chair fallen behind her from how hard she’d jumped. “You can’t do that-” She paused, her eyes dropping to Monroe’s hands, “What? What’s wrong?”
He stepped forward and pressed his hands into hers, passing the little bundle over. “Help him.”
The desperation in Monroe’s voice caught her off guard. Slowly, she looked down at what Monroe had pressed into her hands.
It took her a minute to really process what she was looking at. It was Jax. Red dust still clinging to his armour. His tiny body was limp in her hands, barely filling her palm. The tiny weight of his limbs almost nothing and yet somehow the heaviest thing she had ever held. If she looked closely, she could see the feeble rise and fall of Jax’s chest.
Her hands trembled.
Monroe was talking. She hadn’t been paying attention in her shock.
“-The thumper went off and he-”
“Go get cleaned up, Monroe.” Ceres said gently putting Jax down on the desk. She didn’t want to feel that weight in her hands. “I’ll look after him. Go look after yourself, then come back and tell me everything.”
Monroe looked over at Jax, then back to Ceres. There was nothing he could do to help right now anyway. She was right, he needed to see the others and get himself cleaned up.
“Okay…” He didn’t move.
Ceres touched his arm and gently pushed him to the door. “Go on, I’ve got this.”
Another hesitation. Then with a little nod, Monroe left her office.
The door slid closed and Ceres turned her gaze back down to the tiny figure on the desk. Whatever calm she had mustered for Monroe, slipped in an instant and panic filled her chest. Her hands shook so much, she didn’t trust herself to touch him lest she break something. But she had to do something- The scanner. She could do that. At least then she would know if anything was already broken.
“Okay… Okay, you’ve got this.” She spoke softly to herself as she pulled her hair back and tied it. “Deep breaths. He’s still breathing. Scanner first, then when your hands have stopped shaking, you can try get that armour off him.”
It was a start. She’d figure out the rest when she got there.
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[Ceres is pretty good at keeping it together for the sake of others, but as soon as that door is closed, she is freaking out.
She doesn’t want to touch Jax, she doesn’t want to be in charge of this situation at all, but if he’s to stand a chance without sending him off to be poked and prodded by someone else, she has to.]