Private In the Pursuit of Medicine

[Gatz Derrevar]

Ship: The Red Night
Weapons: Training Saber
Tag: Izara 124221

Gatz had only been back with the Order for a short time, but already he had made a habit of spending his days in the Healing Halls.

He'd already been familiar with medicine. Oh, he was no doctor, or surgeon. But he had enough knowledge that he could have qualified as a nurse, if only he'd had a proper education. Gatz's knowledge of medicine came from Nar Shaddaa; from patching himself up after getting shot and stabbed. But after six years of doing that, his hands were deft and precise, and his mind was molded to absorb more knowledge of the medical field.

Unfortunately, when it came to Force Healing, he was making practically no headway.

That filled him with guilt in an odd way. Amani Serys had made the time to come all the way out to New Cov just to jumpstart his training. He'd promised her that he would keep it up—and he had. But he'd had little to no success improving on his own. Oh, he could suture just fine. Give him a written test, and Gatz was certain he'd pass with flying colors. But the Force wouldn't allow him to heal more than the smallest cut, and it left him so weak afterwards that he often had to sit down for half an hour.

In a way, he was failing her. Even now, after returning to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, he still couldn't get it right. Fortunately, today he didn't have to. Today was about hands on practice, not communing with the Force and guiding it to heal wounds. Hands on practice was something Gatz was good at, and he was determined to prove his worth, even if only in this lesser way.

Gatz stepped back into the Healing Halls, feeling an odd sense of comfort within them. He was meant to shadow a proper doctor today, by the name of Izara 124221. Someone Gatz was unfamiliar with, as of yet. A sentient, he presumed, but most people didn't have names that followed with identification numbers. Unless the doctor in question was a clone, he supposed. Really, it didn't matter. Whether they were a clone, droid, sentient, or anything in between didn't matter. As long as he could learn from them.

Though, he had to find the doctor in question, first.

 

[Izara 124221]

Location: Halls of Healing, New Jedi Temple - Coruscant
Attire: BMC Biot Catsuit
Tag: Gatz Derrevar

“Wait, he’s in now?!” Izara exclaimed to the medical droid on duty, her voice rising with surprise as she processed her first assignment. A shadow, during her first day? She was the one who needed to be shadowing a doctor, rather than the other way around, at least until she got her bearings within the Halls.

“Yes, Doctor. Healer Padawan Derrevar was scheduled to shadow you today. Are you prepared?”

“No! I arrived 12 minutes and 8 seconds ago! I don’t even know where the supply rooms are yet! Is there a layout of the Halls that I could download from somewhere? Why wasn’t I told about this before? I would have come in early!”

“Unfortunately, no. However, I can print a map of the facility for you, if you would like!” The droid added in a cheerful tone. In that regard, Izara gave a facsimile of a sigh, but she supposed it was better than nothing.

“Yes, please.”

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A few minutes later, Izara entered the receiving area, appearing none the worse for wear in spite of the brief panic from before. After printing the map, she had snapped an image of it for later reference, indirectly downloading it to her synthetic memory. Then, she had taken an extremely abbreviated tour of the Halls, mainly by walking down and snapping the room numbers and names to her memory as well. While it was not perfect by any means, she at least knew where the supply rooms were.

The comfort of that knowledge had given her a measure of relief.

“Healer Padawan Derrevar?” Izara called out, before her neon green photoreceptors lit up in recognition upon finding the tall, blonde-haired figure of the one she was looking for. “Welcome to the Halls of Healing!” The short-statured biot added, a warm smile forming across her alabaster features as she approached him and offered a hand in greeting. “We haven’t properly met yet, but I am Doctor Izara. I saw you helping on Antiquity. I wanted to thank you for getting those supplies to the clinic. They would have had to start rationing without them.” She continued, before gesturing for the healer-in-training to follow her into the Halls.

“That said, I unfortunately did not get a chance to read your file before your arrival.” Izara admitted as the doors automatically slid open in front of her, leading into a long hallway. “However, that shouldn’t present much of an obstacle for us today. I just would like to ask a few question before we begin, if that’s alright with you!”

 

[Gatz Derrevar]

Ship: The Red Night
Weapons: Training Saber
Tag: Izara 124221

Everyday since coming back to the Order, Gatz had been overwhelmed with stress. There was so much to learn—so much to catch up on—but not nearly enough time to do it. His quarters were a mess of holocrons, datapads, and good old fashioned books. And yet, despite all the knowledge he surrounded himself with, he could gleam nothing from it.

He was drowning in his own inadequacies, and he had no one to turn to for help.

So in a way, getting to shadow a proper doctor today would be a relief. He had prior knowledge of medicine, and prior experience practicing it, but now was a chance to get an answer to all those questions his textbooks left him with. Answers that didn't require him to dig and read for three hours, only to wind up with more questions than he started with.

Doctor Izara came bustling into the reception area. Gatz dimly recognized her by sight, but it was the way she held herself that tipped him off to the fact that she was who he was looking for. She was of very pale skin, plump lips, and a very feminine build. At another point in his life, Gatz might have ogled more than was appropriate.

But his days of being scum were behind him. So, instead, he merely met her eyes and took her hand in a firm grip.

"The pleasure is all mine, Doctor," and then came the reveal of why he'd faintly recognized her, "but there's no need to thank me. I only did what anyone would have done."

Oh how he wished that were true. But so many people in the galaxy were self-absorbed, and obsessed with shortsighted goals, just like he had been before meeting Valery. Gatz wished he had the capacity to wake people up, like she did... but he'd had very little luck so far.

He'd have to make do with helping in the ways he knew how.

"Questions?" Gatz raised a brow, but had no issue with it, "go ahead, Doctor. I'd be happy to answer."