Heal What Has Been Hurt

[Amz]

Sabarene, the desert oasis, known for being a welcome center for the Galaxies displaced, offering hospitality to any who needed a new place to call home. And though many had gone to planets in a closer proximity to Coruscant, some had sought solace in the further reaches to put miles between them and their nightmares.

Though, there were several who made the long journey bringing physical nightmares.

Chiara’s duty as a healer dictated her role in the refugee efforts, hustling around the infirmary the entire morning to attend the inflicted, acting without pause.

Healers were as ever, in short supply. But she had her attendants to patch up sparring wounds, and Manu on reserve if she needed to call on an extra set of healing hands for the deeper wounds.

“He’ll need a blood transfusion and genetics show anomalies, so we’ll need to synthesize it.” Chiara began stripping the gloves from her hands and dropped them in the waste bin before going to the sink to wash up. “We can’t remove the patient from the bacta tank until it’s ready,” Which, she knew could take days to accomplish. Synth blood wasn’t easy to procure. “Start checking in on the ones who came in yesterday. A few might be ready to be moved to a room. Administer patches and shots to those still waiting for a tank.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She listened to the footsteps leaving and waited until they faded completely to rub at her neck with a deep sigh, momentarily feeling the fatigue begin to settle on her brow.

Quickly she breathed out and stubbornly pushed down that feeling of exhaustion, brushing the hair from her face and looking to her left to reach for a new pair of gloves to slip on.

The next patient needed her attention.

[member="Hajrah Marjanah"]

 

[Hajrah Marjanah]

She bore no scars, either physical or mental. Atleast she hadn't at the onset of her trip to Sabrene, but at this present moment Hajrah was developing a serious aversion to space travel. Since leaving CIS space the young Socorran had not quite felt herself. Her pilot had in his expert opinion diagnosed her with space sickness. Had said it would pass.

That had been a few hours ago. For someone accustomed to desert climates, well attuned to her own body, Hajrah was concerned with how sweaty she was. Then came the dizziness, the nausea, and eventually she lost her lunch in a restroom latrine...twice. Had it not been for a friendly metal woman, Hajrah would probably still be blowing chunks.

It was with some difficulty, but once her turn had came, Hajrah shuffled into Chiara's facility. Bronze skin had turned pale, her thick black mane of hair was a disheveled mess, but somehow she still managed a warm and welcomed smile.

"I am Hajrah and my insides are trying to become my outsides....please help."

 

[Amz]

The moment the woman entered, Chiara felt her presence through the Force. It was strong and it was bright, catching her briefly by surprise. However, the smile she wore never wavered, never gave any indication that her attention became distracted momentarily. She stepped the rest of the way into the room in stride. “I’m Doctor Viren,” she spoke softly, moving from the doorway to the woman’s side.

Pallor of the skin, fatigue, sweating. She kept a mental checklist of what she observed from the onset but remained quiet as Hajrah explained how she was feeling, folding her arms across her chest. “I’ll do everything I can to help you feel right as rain again, okay?”

“Firstly, do you need to lay down?” she didn’t quite wait for an answer before turning to the nearest nurse, “Get her some water and a bucket.”

She had a vague idea by the outward symptoms what the problem was, but there was a need to gather more information if she hoped to make an accurate diagnosis and treatment plan.

The nurse scurried off to gather what was requested, Chiara turned back to her patient again.

“Tell me how your symptoms began and how long you’ve been experiencing them?”

[member="Hajrah Marjanah"]

 

[Hajrah Marjanah]

Desert Sickness, Dust Fever, Sand Fever, Sand Rot..if it was desert related Hajrah had probably suffered it. Insect bites and stings, the occasional scratch and scrap, these where things the young Socorran could pinpoint. Whatever she was suffering from now though was a different matter.

Crawling onto the examination table with little grace she rolled to her back, the coldness of it sending chills through her. The whole room for that matter was drastically colder but Hajrah found warmth in Chiara's face and the all too familiar aura of a lightsiders aura. She found comfort in that knowledge and relaxed.

"Shortly after landing," Hajrah answered resting her head. "I became light headed and dizzy but it passed..then I tried to hunt down the Jedi I was told where here and then the vomitting started," explaining further Hajrah's head shot up suddenly.

"It'll pass won't it? I can't be sick when I meet them!" The inquiry was based more in worry than fear. She was sure she would be tested should she meet a Jedi and tell them of her training. That had been the whole point of this trip. She had brought everything with her that could prove it.

Her sabers, old manuals, even a few tapestries depicting her dead tribes lineage all the way back to Socorro and beyond. Hajrah was the last, if she had become deathly ill having just gotten off Yurb...it would be soul crushing.