soft epilogue
The one thing worse than getting stabbed with a poison blade was the constant hospital visits afterwords to monitor the progress of it's elimination. The Voxyn venom in her bloodstream had been mostly abated by the machinations of her Jedi Master, but there was still some lingering in her bloodstream. She suspected this would be the final visit though, last time the infected cell count was below a hundred in the sample.
For someone who'd been borne unto a lab, spaces analogous to that sanitary space was something she tended to shy away from. As soon as she entered the lobby, she was pleasantly surprised by the open-space architecture. So far, the trip to Silver Space was nothing short of pleasant. The stretching windows offered a bountiful view of Kashyyk's natural foliage, and she took a little longer to walk through the space to the receptionist area.
The individual from behind the desk looked up from the holo-screen with a pleasant smile, purposefully looking interested in the arrival of the blonde in the leather jacket.
"Hello, do you have an appointment today?"
"I, yes, I do -- just a blood test." Loske leaned up against the desk, dropping her eyes as if to search for her name in the upcoming appointment list. The fellow in charge of appointments made a subtle gesture to conceal the list and maintain the privacy of the patients.
"Ah yes, with Healer Tor. You can meet her in the Healing Center. Just down the hall," he gestured, and crooked his wrist. "And to the left."
"I don't have to wait?"
He looked curious. "You're...on time."
"Yeah, but usually isn't there a waiting room?"
"Maybe if you're early. Which..you're not."
Shame. She was hoping to catch up on the latest goss and scroll through her datapad to see some more accidental Bernard forehead status updates. "I'll do better next time." She offered, and turned to follow the instructions from the helpful fellow behind the desk.
