General Hospital [Silver Circle]

[Riley Reese]

The knight followed the nurse into the exam room and set Tika down on the table. He turned to [member="Prennis Keeoli"] and gave a slight chuckle. "No, not a Master. Still just a Knight." His gaze fell back on Tika. "Padawan Tika had a head on collision with a larger student. She landed pretty hard on her head and we believe that she may have a concussion."

Tika winced a little as she was set down on the table. Her eyes see to have some trouble focusing as she looked up at the knight and Prennis. The pain in her head was still there, but much better than when she first got hurt.

 

[Eugen Aker]

"No, I'm Asher," Wain corrected. "It's my first name. He's Daruk."

The small gang of Padawan at the door wasted no time after receiving the go ahead, quickly filing inside and surrounding Wain's bed even while Doctor Ye was still giving Wain instructions.

"Dude, your leg!" Daruk exclaimed. "What happened?"

"I bet he was trying to do Juyo again." a twi'lek girl suggested. "It's so overrated. Literally all you do is flail your arms around like a maniac. How did you mess that up?"

"It wasn't Juyo! I was...trying some spin moves I learned from Ataru class with Master Orik.."

"Ataru...even worse."

This set off a small debate between all the Padawan present. Jyoti snorted, standing back and letting them have at it.

In time, they would all come to learn that the best form was their own.

She talked a bit more with Doctor Ye as the two Jedi Masters allowed the friends' reunion to unfold in the background.

"It's not about the staple gun, but how you use it. Seems like you did a fine job today. Competency and skill is its own kind of charm."

He followed up with a question about her relationship, but her attention was momentarily robbed by a ping in the back of her head. She glanced over at the door, shouts echoing through the long hall moments later. Then came a crash, like something had just been toppled.

She frowned, moving to the door and sticking her head out. Down the hall, she could see a small crowd of medical staff gathering around entrance of another room, chattering quite nervously. The Echani was no healer or doctor, but she just had a feeling that she should intervene.

She turned back to Doctor Ye, forcing a tight smile.

"Rain check on romance advice? I'll treat you to a coffee sometime. It looks like Wain is in good hands now, so I'll leave you to it. There's something I need to check out. As for you, Padawan Wain, try to be more cautious. Even I use a training saber when practicing new techniques."

With a small bow to everyone present, she slipped out of the room and made her way to the source of yet another commotion.

So much for a simple morning walk.

[member="Melleriana Pech"] [member="Hyonu Ye"]

 

[Melleriana Pech]

[ outfit - xxx ]​

[ tag - [member="Jyoti Nooran"] ]​

"I thought you sedated her, Joren," Jyoti might hear one of the anxious, onlooking nurses now lining the hall say to another. "I did," he whispered back emphatically. Apparently it had not worked, as evidenced by the alien woman of an unknown Near-Human race.

Wait. Unknown...? Maybe therein lied the problem.

"You want to give me the scissors," Knight Tahlsen tried again, this time waving her hand in a small arch towards Melleriana as he tried the Mind Trick. She canted her head to the side, causing locks of shoulder-length, red hair fall over one eye. After staring at the Jedi for what seemed to him like an eternity, she extended her hand to meet his and dropped the weapon into his upturned palm.

Or, she almost did. At the last possible moment, as her last finger was letting go of the smaller eyelet, she responded to a Ranger's movement behind her and out of view. He had been aiming to pull her away and help the paramedics get her into a room the moment she was disarmed, but her closed blade meeting his chest was quite the hiccup in that plan. Fortunately for him, his body armor took most of the blow, though he still tumbled to her ground as she had hit him harshly in his solar plexus.

But, unfortunately for her, the blade bent, cutting up her fingers and knuckles. She yelped and hopped unceremoniously over the man, headed in the direction of the Echani Master...

 

[Masaru Varga]

When he was called upon, Masaru got up and followed the young lady who he guessed would patch him up. When they arrived to a room, he took a seat like he was asked without saying anything. The mercenary had put on a long sleeve shirt, so when he was asked what brought him in he pulled the sleeves to reveal his arms. There were a few cuts on both arms and a bruise that looked like it hurt on his right arm. There were injuries on his body as well but he made sure to use the supplies he did have on the ship for those.

"I just wanted to have my injuries checked and healed if possible. Nothing too serious, mostly just irritation. You can never been too sure though, right?"

When the healer mentioned how she didn't have much experience, Masaru just smiled.

"I'm sure you know more than me, that's all I need to know."

Masaru was trying to be encouraging and really didn't mind that she was new. If she's working with the other doctors, than they obviously trust her.

[member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{Tag: [member="Tika"]}​

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With a nod, Prennis turned to the Quigling. She couldn't say she had treated one before, but concussions were pretty standard across species . "Alright, Tika," she began, pulling over a rolling stool to sit on, "how's your head?" After receiving an answer, she continued, "I need to run a few tests. It shouldn't take too long. I need you to remember a string of three words for me, okay?" The first half of a simple cognitive test. "Dog, cloud, and tunic." The first three words that came to mind. "In the meantime," she said as she unstrapped the miniature datapad from her left hand glove mount, slid out the stylus, and handed it over to Tika, "please draw me a clock with 1 through 12 in the correct order."

As Tika did that, Prennis rolled across the room to try to find a reflex hammer. After opening a few drawers, she finally found one and returned to the Padawan. "This might feel a little weird." Before testing Tika's reflexes, the nurse glance at her datapad to read the time, which currently appeared upside down to her.

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Celeste's expression lost none of its kindness or warmth, but there was a subtle roll of her eyes at her patient's comments. “I am Chief Healer of the Order,” She noted aloud. Needless to say, she didn't get there by the force alone. No, no, there had, in fact, been much studying of human – and alien – anatomies, diseases, and treatments.

Of course, she still felt that the force did offer a certain edge.

She replaced Setter's chart and had a seat in the chair by his bedside. As he moved to the edge of the bed, she took hold of his wrist to check his pulse. Instinctively closing her eyes as she attempted to count, she opened her eyes slightly as Setter made a comment about brainwashing.

“Normal pulse,” She noted, more to herself. “Well, then. I can see about lowering your level of pain while I'm at it. Please sit still.”

Brainwashing. It almost made her chuckle. Yes, she knew Setter's sort. The distrust was abundantly clear. There was an opportunity to change his perception, but she had a feeling that he'd find something else to be abrasive about. Nevertheless, she closed her eyes and began to focus. Her force presence would grow – almost enough to fill the room itself – before honing in on [member="Setter Ryburn"].

There would be a feeling of warmth, and a quiet of mind. Even if he tried to fight it, it would be much like fighting against sleep while comfortable in bed. He would likely begin to feel a bit drowsy, but not in an unpleasant sort of way. If he concentrated, too, perhaps he would notice the pain beginning to lift. Celeste was able to suppress some of it, to make it more bearable – but not take it away completely while she worked.

 

[Eugen Aker]

As it turned out, the commotion would be coming to her.

A fiery haired woman burst out of the room, flying past startled staff members. Hot on her heels was a female Jedi and a male Ranger who sprinted out into the hall a few moments later.

"Stop! Get back here!" the Jedi shouted.

The Ranger had slowed down, but that was because he was fishing for his blaster from his holster. Fed up with the unruly patient who had just assaulted him, the flustered soldier was ready to put her down with a stun bolts, even in the middle of a hospital.

The hallway was wide enough that Jyoti could have skipped to one side and let the circus rush past her, but she just couldn't. Only just behind her were children in an open room, not to mention all the other sick patients up and down the halls. She wouldn't know what do with herself if she let anyone get hurt by her own inaction.

So she acted, launching herself right into a collision course with the stranger.

A few few steps later, and she was close enough to reach out for them, one hand shooting out for their right tricep, and the other for the wrist. Attempting a modified armbar maneuver, she'd aimed to pivot around the woman's back and drive her into the ground with leverage from her own arm if the initial grab was successful.

The stranger may get a nasty rattling from being slammed to the ground, but the experience would surely be downright pleasant alternative to a direct hit from the intense shocking pain of a stun blast.

[member="Melleriana Pech"]

 

[Setter Ryburn]

His shoulders relaxed, first. They dropped down slightly, shifting their great burden off of them. He blinked a few times, his body shifting downward.

He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking. Relaxing. Where was it that he went when he relaxed?

Blue skin, red eyes. Flowers. She always smelled like flowers.

He opened his eyes, turning to face the Jedi. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. She was a Jedi, she wouldn't understand. He gripped the edge of the bed while the Jedi worked over him, remaining intensely silent, even as Celeste started to mend his wounds- and lower the amount of pain he was in. He took deep breaths, calming himself as much as he could and would let himself, while the woman worked.

[member="Celeste Rigel"]

 

[Riley Reese]

Tika looked up at Prennis when she asked how her head felt. "Still hurts, but not like earlier." The girl gave a nod when the nurse asked her to remember three words. Dog, cloud and tunic. Those were easy enough to remember.

Raising and eyebrow some in curiosity, Tika took the datapad from Prennis. She was finding these tests simple, but then again, she wasn't sure what was involved in testing for a concussion. Tika took the stylus and began to draw a circle, not a great one, but a circle none the less. Then she started putting numbers in there places. One two three four five, umm... six. The girls numbering slowed down after five as she had to pause more then once. Even then she didn't realize that she switched nine and ten.

[member="Prennis Keeoli"]

 

[Kat Decoria]

The patient without warning removed his top and revealed his injuries. Kat was surprised that he removed his clothes so quickly, however, she noted the bruises, cuts and other injuries. She swallowed her nerves as she examined the cuts to see which could be the worst and ensuring that there wasn't anything of greater injury to the man. "How do you get these injuries?" Kat asked, thinking that polite conversation would help ease the tension, if he felt tense and to help her.

Kat was desperately trying to remember what she had read on how to practically use Force Healing. She knew there was something to do with understanding the person's biology and motivating the cells to react to the Force and increase the rate of healing. Placing her gloved hands on some of the worse cuts, she breathed in and exhaled slowly as she thought about the technical aspect of Force Healing. Making the cells react to the Force that she poured into the wound.

It took awhile to get the process started but Kat was able to heal the wounds to her delight. "Ah! Perfect! So, do you feel well? Muscle issues, broken bones?"

[member="Masaru Varga"]

 

[Masaru Varga]

Masaru wasn't the talkative type, so he made sure to think about his answer to the healers question. He could easily describe what happened and how the fight went, but he guessed that she didn't want to hear about all of that.

"Being overconfident and underprepared is what gets me these injuries."

The mercenary was usually better at being prepared but sometimes he would slip up, mostly because of his confidence. If it was a more serious contract, he definitely would have prepared better.....or not if he wanted a true challenge. This made him grin.

"Just being a fool really. Don't be like me kid."

Masaru watched as the healer focused and began using the force to heal him. This was the first time the mercenary was healed this way and he didn't know how he felt about it yet. The force wasn't something he really cared for afterall.

After some time passed, Masaru's wounds were healed, which seemed to make the person who healed him happy.

"Yeah, I feel fine. I feel great actually."

Masaru moved around a bit, checking to see if everything was in place. He was suprised by the results, feeling no pain or irritation what so ever.

"This definitely beats using bandages and waiting to heal. If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

A proper thanks was in order, so asking for her name was so he didn't have to keep calling her kid.

[member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Kat Decoria]

Tutting, Kat disapproved of men who were reckless and it seemed that the patient was the reckless sort. "Well next time think of us healers then, isn't exactly easy to heal people. Can take a long of energy." There was no point telling him to be careful for his sake, she had seen his time before. She was thinking that telling him to be careful for the sake of others might drill in his head better, but some knuckleheads can be tough to crack. From what she remembered her brothers use to be. "I ain't a kid and I don't plan to be. Jumping into combat without thinking it through, isn't the Echani way. We tend to be more careful, especially since combat is just our way of life."

She nodded his head as he stated that he felt great. She was glad that he was doing better. Kat double checked everything to make sure that he was telling the truth and she wanted to do it for her clear conscience. She shook her head when he stated it was much easier than bandages and naturally healing. "Please don't get ideas of thinking this will always work. Worse the injuries, harder to heal." Also meant that only expert healers could work on them, it required a full out knowledge of their biology and anatomy to avoid healing incorrectly.

"Kat. I am Padawan Kat." She extended her hand.

[member="Masaru Varga"]

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Force healing was personal, everyone experienced it in different ways. It was, in a way, a brief connection between healer and patient. However, Celeste was not intrusive. She did not pry into the thoughts or feelings of her patients during this time – save for monitoring for distress or pain. And, she kept her own influence minimal, her own thoughts and emotions were kept tucked away.

Those in her care would only feel the calm flow of the force.

It was the best way to remain professional, in her opinion. While she worked, her eyes would flutter open slightly every now and then. She was relieved to see that [member="Setter Ryburn"] was indeed relaxing, the tension eased from his shoulders. Celeste would continue to hold her palms facing him in peaceful quiet, and the force would surround him – working to mend torn muscle, hush the pain, and to relieve fatigue, both mental and physical.

After a few moments more, she opened her eyes.

“How do you feel, Mr. Ryburn?” She asked, canting her head to the side, looking for any indications of complications. Though, it seemed that his body responded quite well to the force. Of course, it wasn't a magical cure, he had been through quite a lot... it would take time.

 

[Setter Ryburn]

He opened his eyes, and lost the memory of her in the same way he lost her.

Too soon- watching her slip through his fingers again caused him no great deal of sadness. She was out there somewhere, loved by someone else- he blinked, pursing his lips. He didn't like to think about that. There was more to life than murder and the military- but Setter had retreated into the life of a hardened killer to escape what he lost, what he could never find. Peace, love, happiness. It all slipped away, when she left.

He never blamed her.

He thought how to answer her, staring off into the void of space, then focusing on the wall ahead of him. Memories of times past flooded Setter, before he shifted, pushing them down to the dark recesses of his mind- where he kept it all. He could do nothing about that, except miss her. All he could do was wake up every morning, and pretend she was still next to him. The stars were not in his favor. The dice didn't roll in his favor. He met the right girl- just at the wrong time.

Setter looked down at his hands, speaking quietly.

"Pretty friggin' bad." Physically, and emotionally- her being a Jedi, he knew all too well that she'd pick up on that.

[member="Celeste Rigel"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Tag: [member="Tika"] }​

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Tika's reflexes were fine. Now, was her memory?

After returning the hammer to its drawer and scooting back over to the padawan, Prennis looked over at the time again. Perfect. A few minutes had passed. "Tika?" she asked gently. "Do you remember the words I asked you to remember? Can you repeat them for me please?" The second test.

For the next, she motioned for the datapad back. Turning it around and bringing it into her lap, she scanned over the drawing. Two of the hour-minute markers were switched, but other than that, the circle itself and the lines for hands were fine as well. It indicated basic fine motor was still intact.

 

[Riley Reese]

Tika swung her legs some back and forth after [member="Prennis Keeoli"] tested her reflexes. She handed Prennis the datapad and gave a nod. The words she was supposed to remember were quite easy so she felt no pressure when giving her answer.

"Dog, cloud and...." Wait. This test was easy, maybe she wasn't thinking through with it enough and over simplifying it. What if she was missing something important? Something that should have been obvious? But this was just a simple test? Her nerves were getting the better of her as she almost blurted out the last word. "Tunic!"

Her face turned slightly red in embarrassment. She gave a hesitant smile, showing off her rows of razor sharp teeth. "S..sorry. Tika was over thinking the test because it seemed to easy. Like she was missing something."

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Celeste observed, watching as [member="Setter Ryburn"] stared at the wall. There were times when force healing did bring things up the surface, usually issues long buried. It was a sign that they needed to be dealt with in a healthy manner. Of course, she didn't think that the recovering soldier needed a lecture on how to let these things go the Jedi way. He wasn't a Jedi, after all.

“How so?” She asked, canting her head to the side.

Needless to say, she could feel the longing and the sadness that sat just below the surface of Setter's rough exterior. It radiated quite strongly at the moment. In time, this feeling would grow less and less, until he could view it as an outsider – and not experience the emotions this way. But, for the time, she knew that it would be difficult.

And, instead of being intrusive, she wanted to hear him express it for himself.

Celeste offered the man an encouraging smile, that of a healer – and perhaps, a friend. Her palm still faced him, the calm flow of the force still found its way to him.

 

[Setter Ryburn]

For a split second, Setter wanted to tell her everything that was wrong. All the pain, all that heartache. All the death, all the murder. All the silence, all the lost friends. What it felt like to be on a burning world. What it felt like to watch everything you work for die- and to watch all your friends and comrades die in the process.

War eternal within, all that jazz.

Setter saw it all, as she was mending his skin. The force brought things he'd buried long since to the surface. Kids dying. Kids he had to kill. Surviving the burning of Coruscant. What it felt like to be in a fight for your life over a knife. His first kill. Surviving the Sith bombardment. Losing her. It all came flooding back, much to his chagrin. He took a deep breath, doing what he always did-

Try to forget about them.

"You ever been blown up by a turbolaser?"

[member="Celeste Rigel"]

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Tag: [member="Tika"] }​

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"It's alright, Tika," Prenn replied softly with a slight shake of her head. "You did very well." She made a quick note of the passed test and then glanced up before scooting back and standing up. "Do you think you can stand? This should be the last test." One more to check balance should do it. If needed, she readied herself to catch the padawan should she stumble or begin to fall.

After the test, however it went, and motioning Tika to sit back down on the table, Prennis sat down herself. "Well, the good news is that your concussion isn't bad." She glanced momentarily up at the Jedi still standing beside her and gave a nod before looking back at Tika. "But the bad news is that you have one. I'm recommending a week of recovery and then a check-in. No physical, or mental, strenuous activity," she told Tika, verbally emphasizing the latter aspect. "That means meditation, practicing any Force power, excessive study or class work. Do you have a master? I'll holomail them a note and leave a message on their communicator."

 

[Riley Reese]

Tika's embarrassment faded some when Prennis said that it was okay. She looked up at Prennis and gave a nod when asked if she could if she could stand. The final part of the test, and one she hoped she didn't overthink like the last one, because how hard was standing? Tika quickly pushed that thought aside just incase she jinxed herself.

The young Quigling climbed down from the table, mentally cursing her diminutive size vs how everything around her was built for larger beings. Once her feet hit the floor, she slowly let the rest of her weight follow. Confident she had her balance, Tika let go of the bed and gave Prennis a smile. Luckily for her, she didn't lose her balance.

With the last test passed, Tika climbed back onto the table. Her lavender eyes stared up at Prennis anxiously as she gave her the results. Unfortunately she had a concussion, not a bad one, but she had one. What was worse was recommendations given to her. No physical activity was going to be hard cause there was so much to explore. And no strenuous mental activity! She was a Quigling, thinking strenuously was what they did.

Giving a sigh, she nodded her head. "Okay, this one understands. Sabine Galen is Tika's master." She made a move to slide off the table. Only to be scooped up with one arm by the accompanying Jedi. Tika narrowed her eyes in annoyance at the action. "Hey! Tika can walk. She only has a small concussion. "

The Jedi shook his head in amusement. "Yes, but I know Tika. Meaning that you...." He took his index finger and gently tapped the tip of Tika's nose. "..are easily distracted and will run of at the first chance you get to investigate something."

Tika folded her arms, gave a huff and turned her gaze back towards Prennis. She knew the Jedi was right, she just didn't want to admit it. "Just for one week?"

[member="Prennis Keeoli"]