Private Battle's Echo

[Jairdain]

The Jedi Master had been missing for a few years, and she wanted nothing more than to reintegrate herself. Her won government had pretty much fallen away and disappeared into almost nothing. That didn't mean she couldn't help fill in with duties at the hospital. As a Jedi, she did not expect payment but enjoyed the thanks given when she healed a patient.

When she showed up, the blind woman was led into the trauma area and given a room where she could work. Only the most severe patients were brought to her. Students were welcome to watch and observe, and once the patient was stabilized, they could finish off what Jairdain had started.

This wasn't the first time she focused on healing others, and it wouldn't be the last. Taking a break, she sat on a stool in the small room and had something to drink. Setting the now-empty glass down, a student walked in and joined her. Giving the person a welcoming smile, he might be able to tell her glowing eyes weren't focused on him. He did have her full attention, though, and she held a hand out to shake.

"I am Jairdain Ismet. Have you come to learn healing?"

She had learned how to heal on an active battlefield and had come to appreciate the hospital's rooms. Here, one could take the time to explain and help a student learn. That wasn't the case in battle. There, one could only hope it worked and pray for the patient's survival.

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Jairdain

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Roman pushed open the heavy doors of the hospital wing. The air held a faint scent of antiseptic and hope, a stark contrast to the stench of battle that had clung in his mind from the recent invasion on Tython. He'd witnessed the brutal reality of war, the transition from life to death, the screams of his fellow Padawans and soldiers as they succumbed to their wounds. He supposed he had seen enough death to last a lifetime, and the desire to prevent it, to mend the broken, had solidified into a burning passion within him.

He'd heard whispers of a Jedi Master, a legend among the healers, someone of unparalleled skill who had returned after a long absence. Jairdain Ismet, they called her. A powerful healer who had honed her abilities on the front lines, a beacon of hope in conflict. He had to learn from her, to absorb her wisdom.

The trauma area was a hushed environment, filled with the rhythmic beep of droids and machines, the soft murmur of healers attending to patients. He spotted a small room where a figure sat on a stool, a gentle aura emanating from her. Roman's heart pounded in his chest with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. He approached cautiously, feeling the pull of curiosity towards her.

Roman felt a sense of relief wash over him as she greeted him. He bowed slightly, "Master Jairdain." he replied, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hands, "I am Padawan Roman Vossari. I have seen too much suffering, too much loss. I am eager to learn the path of healing, to be a beacon of hope, not just a soldier on a battlefield."

His eyes, filled with a determination born from loss and a desire to heal, gazed upon her as she examined him. Roman hoped that his words and his intentions were clear. He was ready to learn, to dedicate himself to the art of healing, and he believed that under Master Jairdain, he could finally find a purpose beyond the horrors of war.

 

[Jairdain]

Being physically blind allowed Jairdain to gain a different perspective and read about others. Through the Force, she could see the truth of what Roman was saying and warmly smiled at him.

"I welcome you, Roman. This path can be just as painful and have as much suffering as that of a soldier on a battlefield. It can be grueling and difficult. Are you ready to take the first step down this path?"

There was always the chance prospective students would change their minds when they realized the path might not be easy. The Master did not think that was the case with Roman but wanted to get this out of the way—just in case.

A small figure was rolled into the room as she finished asking her question. A child from the streets had gotten into a scuffle and had fallen down a couple of flights of stairs. Typically, they would have been taken care of when they were brought in, but the injuries this child had sustained were beyond the skills of the trauma ward.

He was drawing in shallow breaths and had been put under anesthesia.

"How well can you see through the Force?"

Her focus was on the prone boy as she was looking at him with her vision to see what was the most life-threatening wound that needed to be healed first.

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Jairdain

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Roman took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over him. He met Jairdain's serene presence with unwavering determination, his heart pounding as the boy was rolled into the room. The sight of the child, fragile and battered, stirred something deep within him.

"I'm ready, Master Jairdain." he said, each word laced with firm conviction. "I know this path will be difficult, but I will do whatever it takes. I want to learn, to help."

As he spoke, he cast a cautious glance at the child, his breaths shallow and strained, and he fought to control the instinctive wince at the sight. The boy seemed so small and vulnerable, a stark reminder of the innocent lives caught in the crosshairs of war, the very reason he sought to become a better healer.

"I can feel the Force around him." Roman said, focusing his thoughts on the boy's fragile form. "I've practiced connecting to it, but I'm not yet confident in seeing the intricacies of the body, its wounds, its suffering. I will try my best, though."

With that, he turned his attention to the boy, attempting to shut out the fear clawing at him and instead reaching deep within himself. He closed his eyes momentarily, gathering the threads of the Force around them. It enveloped him, warm and chaotic, an intricate web of life, pain, and healing. He could just make out the dark clouds circling the child's fragile form, shadows swirling where they should not.

Breathe. Calm. He focused, allowing the waves of the Force to guide him. Roman felt the knot of fear in his stomach slowly unravel. With each breath, he reached deeper, seeking understanding, crafting a bridge toward the boy's suffering. "I can see something.. But can't pinpoint the source." His brows furrowed in concentration. He was determined to sift through the darkness, to bring forth the light of healing.

 

[Jairdain]

Listening to Roman's answer was enough for her to think she knew how to help him learn. She would lightly guide his hands to be centered above the child unless he pulled away from her touch.

"He is atablized and had been put under. He will not die under our watch, Roman. Reach out with the Force and feel his body with it. Allow the Force to flow through him; it will guide you to where he is most injured."

That was how it worked for Jairdain. While each person was different, and her method might not work for Roman, she felt it would. At the same time, he was searching for the worst injury, and she did the same thing.

"In my opinion, his most severe hurt is going to be his broken ribs."

Those would be the most time-consuming parts of this process, but they would also be the least dangerous for Roman to work on. She could only imagine what he might be going through and offered him what support she felt he needed. Giving him a confident smile, she held her hands above the child and moved them around to examine him from head to toe.

Hoping Roman might follow her example, she waited to hear if he discovered any of his other injuries without her help.

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Jairdain

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Roman, his brow furrowed in concentration, felt Jairdain's hand gently guiding his own to hover above the boy. He felt a surge of warmth as the Force flowed through him, a comforting presence in the face of the child's suffering. He focused on the sensation, allowing the Force to be his eyes, his ears, his understanding.

As he delved deeper, the Force painted a clearer picture, a web of fractured bone, a dull ache radiating from the child's torso. It was as Jairdain had said, the broken ribs. He could sense the sharp edges of bone pressing against fragile organs. It was a chilling feeling, yet he pushed past the discomfort, focusing on the healing potential that thrummed within the Force.

"Yes... Master Jairdain, I feel the ribs." Roman said, his voice soft and filled with newfound clarity. "They're badly fractured, several of them. It's like a jagged puzzle where pieces don't fit." He then cautiously, tentatively, began to explore further. The Force guided his hand as he searched for other injuries. It was like navigating a complex maze, and he felt himself getting lost easily. He found a throbbing pain around one of the boy's shoulders. "And... there's a severe injury to his shoulder as well... it's hard to discern if it's a dislocation or something else... but it's definitely painful."

He tried to push past the pain and see what else was going on, but it was hard for him to see anything else without causing more pain to the child. "How do we heal something so broken?" Roman asked.

 

[Jairdain]

It wasn't that Jairdain was faster at finding injuries, but she was more familiar with how bodies worked. So she had already found the ribs and broken collarbone. In a way, she was surprised the trauma ward hadn't repaired his shoulder. Then again, his ribs desperately needed healing, and the collarbone could wait.

"Imagine what ribs look like when they are healed. These small pieces can be brought together just like that puzzle you mentioned. Observe, if you can."

Rubbing her hands together for a few moments, she held them above the child's small ribcage. Using the Force, she gently maneuvered the intricate slivers into place on one of the ribs. Sticking her tongue out as she focused on healing the child, she hoped Roman could see and feel what she did. She then melded the jagged edges back into place. Letting out a sigh of relief, she realized there were more bones to work on.

"It takes time and patience. As I said, to be a healer is a long and sometimes painful path. Take the time you need, and it will become easier. As it becomes easier, it will also be faster."

When she was his age, she, too, had started down this path. She was thankful there were still young people wishing to go down the healing path, and she was happy to hold his hand as he made this journey.

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Jairdain

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Roman stared, wide-eyed, at the impossibly intricate dance of bone fragments. It was like watching a miniature, living puzzle come together. He could feel the faintest warmth where Jairdain's hands hovered, a gentle pressure that didn't hurt, but instead felt strangely comforting. He'd never seen anything like it. He'd imagined healing as a blinding flash of light, a sudden mending of injuries as if by magic. But this... this was meticulous, patient, like building a delicate sandcastle grain by grain.

A wave of awe washed over him, mixed with a touch of bewilderment. It was fascinating, and terrifying in a way. The Force, he now understood, wasn't just a raw power to be unleashed. It was a tool, a skill that required precision and understanding, just like any other craft.

As she continued her work, her brow furrowed in concentration as she meticulously guided the broken pieces of the boy's ribs back into their rightful positions. He watched, mesmerized, as she seamlessly wove the Force into her touch, coaxing the body to heal itself.

When she finally paused, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her brow, Roman found his voice, "Master Jairdain," he began, his voice filled with a mixture of wonder and respect, "this is... incredible. I've never seen anything like it. It's so... delicate." He gestured vaguely towards the child, where the ribs were slowly knitting back together, the sharp edges smoothing out, the pain fading.

"Who taught you?" Roman asked, curiosity burning in his chest. "How long did it take you to learn to do this?" He couldn't help but wonder how someone could become so skilled with the Force, so attuned to the delicate balance of life and healing.