Okay, yeah. He could see now how bad the injuries really were.

Finn grunted as he pulled Kylo to the side and off of Poe, tearing through what remained of the shirt so he could find the wound. He wasn't very gentle about it, not that he ever was when the situation was this critical, but he also didn't feel sorry either.

"Hold still," he muttered beneath his breath, almost more to himself than Kylo, before lightly pressing his hands against the wound and slowly healing it from his chest down. As everything stitched back together, he realized the end of the wound went beneath his waist. That's fine. He'll handle it when he got to it.