Let Me Fix You!

[Cynnamon Crane]

Bothuwai
Mercy Hospital

"Doctor Crane your patient is waiting in room 5B," chirped nurse Kelly as she handed Cynna a datapad with all the imperative data on it related to the case. "Thank you," Cynna smiled as she took the datapad and begun to review it as she walked to the room. Normally she would have reviewed the file before hand but there had been no time.

The hospital was overrun by men and woman coming back from war whom all were in need of medical assistant stat. Needless to say the hospital was overrun and flipping through charts was a luxury the doctor did not have at the moment. Cynna was no stranger to such circumstances however as she had been through much worse. She had learned through the years to roll with the punches as they came which was what she was doing now.

"Mr. Rade," she smiled as she walked into the room tucking the datapad under her arm. "I'm Dr. Cynnamon Lore. I'll be taking care of you today. From what I have read in your chart you have a broken leg. May I examine you?"

Cynna could see without examining him that the chart was correct and he had a broken leg. She would need to examine further to see how bad it really was before taking the next steps. She knew better than dig right in without asking first. It had gotten her in trouble before.

As she awaited a response Cynna wondered if he was the chatty type or the quiet mysterious type. She guessed the later just by the look of him. It didn't matter really, she was grateful for the brave men and woman whom risked their life for the freedom she now had. Cynna was happy to do her part to help.

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Graxin had spent most of his time looking into the holocron that the Confederacy had awarded him with. More forbidden knowledge. More tools for his arsenal when the day finally came that he delivered the final blow. The day the Sith would see change, and the oppression would finally end. These dark thoughts had hung over Graxin like a thick smog the entire time he was in the hospital. He had thought that helping free the slaves would ease his troubled mind; which it did, but the thoughts always found their way back.

Force Lightning was a gruesome power. Few could control it, and fewer still used it for the right reasons. Graxin had practiced, and after the initial pain that came with failure, become rather proficient in its usage. It was a last resort, as was his fire. The path he walked was one of the damned. He would not survive, but if he fought well, neither would his enemy.

The Knight had been deep in some form of meditation when then woman entered the room. he had been given an anesthetic at first, and was now on some rather heavy painkillers. The bone in his left leg had quite literally been shattered. It was left in two separate pieces from the sniper round. The slaver had paid for it with his life; Graxin's allies had made sure of that, but his mark remained. Even if it healed, it would scar, and serve to further ugly the Knight's already mutilated body.

He had little time to relax. The Architects had been found, and he would need to return to the hunt, return to the Mephirium. He missed his crew. Even Eclipsion.

It was the soft voice and the striking woman that brought him out of his thoughts. Graxin tilted his head toward her, and pursed his lips as he tried to find the right words. He likely didn't look very appealing in the spotted hospital gown they had fitted him with. "I took a bolt to the leg. It shattered the bone." He said simply. "And my name is Graxin. I was a....volunteer. I don't like slavers."

The words weren't lies, simply the smallest of deceits. The Confederacy itself didn't know where his allegiance lay, and better that it never know. "I bet your having fun. A lot of business today."

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She could only imagine how much pain he was in or well would be in if it wasn't for the pain killers that he was on. Cynna had treated wounds like this out in the field where she wished that she could have been. The woman not only could treat wounds but she was a soldier as well whom longed to help on the battlefield once again.

"Thank you Graxin for your service. I don't like salvers either of any kind." She smiled softly as she glanced to him. He didn't look like one of the soldiers she was used to working on but it didn't matter. He had helped them win the battle and she would care for him either way. "It is really busy today and I like busy. I just wish I could have been out there helping. I started out as a battle medic and I honestly miss it."

Gently she touched his left leg through the gown. It was indeed broken in half and she knew even the best of Templar healers wouldn't be able to just cleanly fix this. He wasn't going to like it but the man was going to be spending sometime here with her. She was sure that her feeling up his leg was painful even with painkillers and it was about to get worse. "Yes, it is shattered from what I can feel. The good news is that I can repair this. The bad news is your going to need to spend a few days here with me recuperating. If you'll lift up your gown past your knee we can get started unless you have questions." She motioned turning from him to the cabinet that was behind her gathering the supplies she figured she was going to need.

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Graxin did his absolute best not to wince when her fingers pressed against the irritated skin. He was in pain, even with the drugs.

Did she say a few days?

He opened his mouth partway to protest, the beginning of words forming on his lips before they died in the back of his throat. He couldn't protest. His leg was the priority now. If he returned with it wounded, he would only be a hindrance, not a help. The Knight conceded, and lay his head back against the cushion.

"Well, as you can see." He motioned to his legs and gave the woman a slip of a smile. "It was a very exciting event." His arms fell to his sides, and his gaze drifted back over to the holocron he had acquired. there would be time to delve back into its secrets afterwords. Perhaps he would find some solution to the Ventooine issue now that he could sit around and think?

"I'll try not to cry. If you couldn't tell, I'm a rather emotional individual." He replied with friendly sarcasm, his amber gaze drifting over the woman. A soldier? It seemed possible.

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“You look like the real sensitive type,’ she grinned at him as she came back with a tray full of goodies. It was mostly bacca, towels, and a wrap. Cynna wasn’t good when it came to the Force but that was because the woman had never cared enough to get training. She wanted to be a doctor and do things the “normal” way. She had over the past year learned Force healing for situations such as this. She didn’t want [SIZE=10pt][member="Graxin Rade"][/SIZE] to be in any more pain than he already was.

He was trying to hide the pain but she could tell he was in pain emotionally and physically. She could tell he was either going through a lot or had been through a lot just like her. Cynna was curious but he had come here for help with his leg not therapy.

Grabbing both sides of his leg she gently as she could pull and pushed the bones back into place the best she could. It wasn’t a clean break like she had been hoping for but eventually everything was back in place. Before saying a word she cleaned up the blood and put bacca on it.

“You doing ok?” If he needed a break she could pause for a while. She knew that even though he wouldn’t show it he was in great pain.

 

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Ah, the force was wonderful. Scratch that, distractions were. The force just happened to be Graxin's personal distraction for the moment. His mind was off in the clouds as she worked. It was a technique many people used when being tortured--imagining you were simply not there. That it was all a dream of sorts, and you were safely tucked away back in your home.

That all worked fine until the Doctor spoke. "I'm alright. Can't feel anything anyway. I think I like drugs quite a bit." He mused. It was certainly a lot cleaner than healing with the Graug. That tended to involve quite a bit of Sith Magic and festering wounds. This, on the other hand, was something akin to pleasant.

"Why? Am I falling apart?" He asked earnestly, glancing down at his now bandaged leg for just a moment. He couldn't feel the leg at all, and that was a bit disorienting. "I need to get out in the field soon. If I need cybernetics....well, I'll pay for them." Graxin was legitimately concerned. If the wounds could not be fully repaired, then prices would have to be paid. "I hope not. I'm kinda partial to my leg."

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"Well, drugs are good for taking the pain away but.." Cynna paused for a moment as if questioning wether to say something or not. She had experience with taking too many drugs as it helped her zone out but than she lost touch with everything. That was no way to live but it wasn't her place to say anything. "We will wean you off of them as you heal."

"Your not falling apart, your just fine. You don't need cybernetics just rest and to allow yourself to heal. What's the rush to get back out in the field? You would be good out there in your condition. You have to heal." Cynna sighed as she shook her head. Everyone always seemed to be rushing around and never stopped to smell the coffee. She knew he wished just to get back to normal but he couldn't right now. He would just hurt himself more and than perhaps really need those cybernetics.

Sitting around wasn't something he liked to do obviously and she couldn't blame him. She herself hated being idle so she could only imagine how it would be if she broke her leg. She hoped perhaps she could make his stay little better. "Can I get you anything to make you more comfortable?"

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"I'd tell you, but I figure that wouldn't be a service the hospital provides." Graxin joked. He tilted his head forward and gazed over at the holocron. Yes, it would give him what he needed. With a sigh of relief, the Knight focused his attention back on the woman. "Apologies, that was inappropriate."


Graxin went silent for the moment. he was reaching out with the force, trying to sense....something. Anything really. Perhaps a force sensitive? He didn't know. The woman intrigued him. She wasn't like the others on this floor. Ah, there it was....


"You're a force sensitive?" He asked gently, changing the subject completely. This could be helpful. "It suits a beauty such as yourself, I suppose."

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The doctor normally had her emotions under control but she couldn't help but turn a light shade of red as she realized what he was referring to. It was probably a joke but all the same she didn't get those sort of complements often. Cynna didn't get out much as she was always working trying to make the galaxy a better place. She knew that she ought to slow down and try to settle down but the woman wasn't sure she was ready for that.

Hoping he didn't notice the red cheeks she gently sat down on the edge of his bed. Cynna had a few minutes she could spare to talk to [member="Graxin Rade"] . "I am however I'm untrained. I know healing but only because it helps me with my job. I'm not sure why I never was trained." She shrugged again sighing as she slightly smiled at him. "I take it your Force Sensitive?" He must be if he knew that she was. Cynna was curious as to what type of life that was and if she was trained what that would lead to.

"What type of abilities do you have?" She had seen quite a bit during her time working with the Templars. One thing she noticed was that no two were the same.

 

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"I am." Graxin stated simply. He raised a brow at the flushing of the woman's face. He must have struck some kind of nerve...or something. He held up his right hand; the flesh a bit gnarled and warped from a sever burn long ago. "I'm well trained, actually." He held the hand out toward her, and lifted her hair from her shoulder with telekinesis.

Graxin was showing off.

"I know quite a bit. Mostly damaging, no healing." With that, he let her hair fall and folded his arms behind his head. The Knight beamed at the woman, a slip of a smile on his face. "So what are you doing in a hospital? I get doing good, but oh...you could do so much more."


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"Damaging..so I'm guessing your out on the battle field a lot. Most people forget about the healing arts and go straight for the ones that can hurt others. I get that it's important to defend yourself and be able to fight but there are other things too." Cynna had learned how to protect herself as a child when she was living on the streets but at the same time she had learned how to patch up people. Even though life sucked she saw the good in others and only wished to help those whom were hurt. "If you would like I could teach you a little bit of healing. It could help in the future and perhaps you could teach me something.

Cynna stayed silent for a moment as she thought of why she stayed here when she could have so much more. "I guess medicine has always fascinated me and ever since I was little I saw myself here. Now that I'm here I am looking for more ways to help and be the best me I can be." She paused for a more and smiled slightly at him. "You said I could be doing more, what could I be doing?" She was curious as to what he saw in her.



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"It certainly couldn't hurt." Graxin replied. Healing? He hadn't ever heard of such a thing within the force. Stealing the life of another, sure, but applying his skills into a medical form seemed a bit. There was no point in disagreeing, of course. He pursed his lips at the woman, and exhaled deeply. She was curious, and that meant he was saying all the right things.

He had her now.

"Making a difference." He stated simply. The general jargon Jedi threw about to gain recruits and the like. "Doing what you know needs to be done. Otherwise, people will continue to end up in places like this...that can be prevented."

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If she could help him learn to help himself when he go hurt again Cynna would be doing good. She was no prophet but she had a feeling that he had a knack for getting himself in trouble a lot. She doubted he would use it to help others but she couldn't ask for anything else. "Lovely," she grinned as she looked to the door for a moment. Really she needed to be getting back to work but..he peaked her interest and she did kind of wish to learn more force wise.

"I make a difference here everyday saving lives. I don't know what I could do to prevent people from coming here. People will always fight no matter what the Jedi or anybody else trying to do. In what way do you think we could prevent this?"

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Graxin raised a brow at her question. Here was the final entanglement. He motioned for her to come over and join him by the bedside, a tinge of satisfaction leaking into his voice. "I've traveled very far and done many things. There is more to do still in fact...I'm starting to learn that if people want something, they will take it."


He leaned forward toward the woman, and hung the hypothetical bait out for her to take. "Someone has to establish some form of order. Not slavery, not limitation of rights, but order. True peace can only be attained by those who take it. They simply have to be generous, and spread it to others." Graxin lowered his voice just above a whisper, and cracked the warmest of smiles "I'm doing just that."


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Cynna went to go sit closer to him. She understood what he was talking about all to well. It was how she lived before here when she was part of a gang. There had been a lot of violence and no much order. "Oh, I know. How do you think I got to where I am today?" She hadn't just sat around waiting for someone to give her what she wanted nor had any of this fallen into her lap. Cynna worked hard for what she wanted.

She nodded in agreement as he spoke. It made sense and she had often had similar thoughts of her own but what was he getting at. Was he looking for someone to join him? Cynna was in now way going to be his slackly but his ideals he did like. "Are you now? How so?" Lots could talk the talk but not many walked the walk.

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Graxin lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug. He raised a brow at the woman, as if he were appraising her for all she was worth. "A bit of this, a bit of that. Sometime I clean up dirty governments, other times I free slaves." he stated as earnestly as one could. Technically, it wasn't exactly lies.


"Though, a hospital is wonderful work as well..." Graxin mused. His head canted slightly to the left, and his smile broadened.

Now he would reel in his catch.

"But, I think you've got some time, don't you agree? Take a bit more off for me, hmm? After all, if my leg isn't a testament to what I've said..." The Knight locked eyes with the woman. "Then what is?"


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He intrigued her quite a bit and she did want to know more of what he did. Graxin couldn't be so bad after all he had just helped the confederacy take down some slavers. She loved her position at the hospital and healing others but perhaps this was her opportunity to do even more good in the galaxy. Something inside her told that she needed to go with him just to see what it was he was talking about. J

"I do have time I could take off," she mused. Just because she took some time off and went with him didn't mean anything she could always come back. Cynna could take a personal leave of absence for a few months and see what type of "peace" he was talking about. "I'll go with you, follow you around for a few months to learn from you and see what else is out there."

Pausing for a second lightly biting her bottom lip. "What do you expect in return?" Nobody did anything for free ever no matter what they said. She hoped that he would be straight with her on what he was looking for. She could only help him if he was.

"First before we do anything you need to allow your leg to heal." She smiled at him shaking her head wondering what she was getting herself into.

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Ah,there it was. He had succeeded without issue. It was only when she asked what he wanted; that he was thrown for a bit of a loop. The Knight took a long moment to answer, a hand cupped to his chin in deep thought. "I hadn't truly thought about it." He admitted with a tinge of embarrassment.

Graxin ignored the comment about his leg. He didn't want to be reminded of such at the moment. "Whatever you want to give me, I suppose."


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"I can offer you quite a bit my dear," she lightly smiled as her hand raised to gently touch his cheek. Cynna was a bit surprised that he wasn't sure what it was he wished for in return but that was no matter. The woman would tell him what he wanted from her, what he needed and why he needed he not the other way around. "I have the gift of healing which by the looks of you is something you need quite often but beyond that I have not tapped into the Force as of yet."

She paused thinking again of what she was certain of being able to give him. She assumed that he was the leader of this 'peace' brigade and if so she wished to be by his side pending how everything went. "I could be your companion as well."


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Graxin tilted his head into the hand for the moment. Well, that was rather odd. He shifted his gaze around the room; the small hospital room that he was imprisoned in. He took in a deep breath, and spoke as he exhaled. "Perhaps you could teach me then. Healing isn't something covered by those I work for....and I will teach you what I know."

As much as you should learn, at least.


"My companion? You want to come with me? That's rather rash, isn't it?" He raised a brow, and cracked an amused slip of a smile. "Regardless, it'd be a bit silly to say no. Everyone has their reasons, after all."


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