Blinding Light was all she could see.
Laira’s mind was on home, her parents, her brother and little sister. She’d only seen Ma’ree once. She hadn’t been home enough times. She remembered their faces well enough, but how they felt to touch, what it was like to laugh and spend time with them? Those were memories that she couldn’t recall without some reminder of them. She remembered her father had always regretted not visiting his family enough when his wanderlust had called him away, but still she hadn’t made the time. Freedom and adventure had taken Laira far away from her family and now she could not make time to see them every month, or even every year.
Her mother wanted desperately for her to grow into a woman, fit to rule as queen in her stead. For Laira, she had always thought about the throne as a prison, and been afraid of it. Of who she would be when it claimed her. Still she had simply ran away, never deciding or explaining her troubles to her mother. Was she afraid she would fail, or was it fear of having to sacrifice who she was for the crown?
Elpsis, her crush at one point. Maybe still? Laira had avoided thinking about whether she was in love with Elpsis or not since Tephrike. She hadn’t even seen her since the first day on Tephrike. After that she had distracted herself, stayed away, and been ushered out by her friends to avoid the inevitable pain of seeing the blind girl and having to explain herself. She was a teenager, she didn’t know what love was, but she knew she had deep feelings about her and wished that they were back on speaking terms, good enough that she could call and check on her friend, even if they weren’t together romantically.
She’d expressed feelings for Leo but never got the chance to explore them. The redhead had buried her issues deeper rather than facing them overcoming them like he wanted and so neither of them ever attempted to see where their feelings lead. She was supposed to help Saeza, but spent most of her time acting like the little vong was her padawan instead of her partner. She didn’t even know if Saeza was alive, much less if she had helped her like she had promised.
Was this what death felt like? Just blinding light that seemed to go on for hours while recounting your failures and regrets?
Suddenly her lungs filled with air, her eyes blurred and vision returned. She could feel the air beginning to rush around her as she fell, looking up into darkened skies. Then the redheaded girl hit the ground, sending echoes of pain through her shoulder and injured back, causing her to gasp. At least it hadn’t been that far to fall. Maybe six or seven feet.
Her mind swam, trying to get her bearings but she couldn’t control herself. Instead she convulsed, twisting and jerking on the ground, rolling in the soft grass beneath the dark clouds above. Her muscles tensed, pulling her hands and fingers as she spasmed. It seemed to last forever and she couldn’t get her body under control, but after a moment her body stopped seizing and her thoughts began to clear. She vomited the contents of her stomach onto the ground, blood mixed in from her mouth and cheek as she wiped her face on the grass, dry heaving from the effort.
Laira had done this once before, and that time Cato Fett had been forced to revive her. Another time she had blacked out and laid in the sand for hours. At least this time she kept conscious, even if it had given her a seizure. Those didn’t cause bad long-term health issues, right?
Laira groaned loudly as she rolled onto her side, her hand slipping through the warm grass, gripping it like a comfortable blanket as she tried to rise, the fire in her stomach and shoulder reminding her she was seriously injured. “Right.” Finally she could touch her stomach, looking at the cut just above her navel. It wasn’t as bad as she had thought, but it was bleeding still. Not deep enough to get through her abs, so everything was still inside. Her shoulder was worse for wear, unable to lift her left arm at all without searing pain radiating from the deep laceration. Those two first, then she could address the headache, loose tooth, cut on her face, and possibly broken ribs.
The princess carefully opened her medipac, pulling out one of the bacta syringes, injecting half the dose into the wound on her shoulder before pulling her suit apart to expose her stomach and inject the second half of the dose. Laira ripped the armor apart some more, pulling off enough of it to make a binding and rolling it down to make for pants and sports-top. Next she went back to the medipac, spraying an antiseptic on both of her injuries before returning to it for the sutures. “Of course, arseholes.” She muttered in an exasperated tone, pulling out the staple gun the Jedi packed into it for closing wounds.
Laira took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she laid down into the grass. Then she started, stapling her stomach wound closed with winces and load moans of pain with each one, increasing in volume as she did so. The wound closed, stapled together in painful fashion, but it was closed. She slathered a coagulant salve onto the stapled wound, touching it gingerly before wrapping a strip of her suit around it to protect the wound until it had time to heal.
She wanted so bad to lie there and take a moment to relax and rest after the pain and effort of stapling her body back together. But she was still bleeding out and time was of the essence if she expected to survive. The redhead took the coagulant salve and wiped into her shoulder’s laceration, and then injecting a numbing agent into the flesh with a grunt. “Almost there,” Laira grunted, looking up at the sky. She breathed in deeply before stapling the cut closed again. This time she screamed in frustration, kicking her legs in an attempt to distract her body from the pain, but still it radiated through her body as the staples pulled her skin back together. Tears streamed from her eyes and a sob escaped her mouth. She tested the mobility in her arm, wincing as it almost immediately hurt.
“So that’s useless for now.” Grey eyes turned to the sky while she pulled her hair back, tying it with the last strip of her suit so that the scarlet locks didn’t cover her face.
“Now to figure out where the hell am I?”