pilots make the worst patients? | medbay [OPEN]

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

[Bendytimed to the morning after this post]

Tycho had slept for a very long time indeed- obviously he'd need a lot of recuperation from Arha's healing. After he finally awoke, he got on the com network and sent messages to those people he knew, letting them know that he was okay.

Now, he had been ordered to stay in bed until the doctor came to check up on him again, so he sat, with the head of his bed raised, data pad in hand, looking over the numbers from the latest Rogue Squadron training exercise.

He's honestly not paying that much attention to what he's doing. Won't you come in and bother him?

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[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Arha had eaten and then fallen asleep, glued to Tycho's bedside, her fingers curled into a light fist and her cheek against the edge of the bed. She had slept for at least as long as he had, if not a bit more, her coppery hair mussed as it had slowly but surely fallen out of its elaborate braids. It was mostly free, now, tousled and wavy against her shoulders and forearm.

She half dozed, still.

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

Tycho had been a bit surprised to see her there when he'd awoken, and a bit concerned as well. Shouldn't she be resting in an actual bed, after she had drained herself like that? He would be extra careful not to wake her then, so she could get all the rest she needed. Quietly, he went to work on his datapad.

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Her fingers curled against the blanket as she let herself drift for a bit longer, listening to him working away. It was Rogue Squadron things--it would be surprising if it were not. Arha finally shifted some moments later, forcing an eye open in an attempt to peer at him. Mostly, all she saw was blanket until she shifted a little more.

"Busy already?" she mumbled, her voice graveled by sleep.

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

"'Morning, Arha," Tycho told her with an amused chuckle.

He smiled ruefully as he nodded in agreement. "Well, you know, the squadron's work is never done."

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"Mm, if it can be called morning, good morning to you," it came out as a mumble as she carefully stretched. "It is not ever done, yes." Arha pursed her lips and studied him for a good long while. He was not a person to pause, such was true--just as much as she was not. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she peered at him through the Force.

"You are feeling better?" she asked and resisted the urge to do anything but rest her cheek against her folded hands.

[on_errantry]

Predictable.

True, Rhiow had spent most of the day working - she had much to take care of, between the slow rebuild of Grand Central and her commitment to purge Haku of his corruption. The former was going... frustratingly slowly, and she had made very little progress on the latter. Hopefully a couple more days of working with the spell would shake something loose.

But still - she was allowed to go to work. She wasn't injured. "I thought you were supposed to be resting," Rhiow said, leaping up onto the bed next to Tycho's elbow. She would have walked in between him and the screen again but she didn't want to step on his chest.

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

"Hello, Rhiow," Tycho greeted her with a smile, shifting his datapad to his other hand so that he could reach over to give her a welcoming scratch behind the ears.

"I am resting, see?" he told her, gesturing to the bed he was recumbent in. "Lying down and everything." His mouth twisted wryly. "It wasn't my fingers or my brain that were injured after all," he pointed out gently. "I think I ought to be able to work a datapad without straining my chest."

[on_errantry]

"Mrr," she said, whatever she had been about to say getting cut off in a pleased trill when he began scratching behind her ears. Ooooh, but he was clever, trying to derail her that way.

"You and I have to have a talk," she said, trying to sound stern and probably failing. "There are some things you should know about my wizardry."

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

Tycho gave her one last pet, before setting his datapad aside, and folding his hands in his lap. "I'm all ears," he told her seriously.

[mercjedi.livejournal.com]

Kyle stands back a bit watching his friend before shaking his head, and moving to the bed. "Are you trying to get Winter to kill me? Here I am doing a lot of nothing and my friend goes off and gets in trouble without me. I mean how's a guy supposed to feel after that?"

The smile on his face betrays Kyle's real feelings. Those who have known him long enough would also notice the concern. "You had me really worried when I got the news. Are you sure you're going to be alright?"

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

"Kyle. Good to see you." Tycho smiles and holds out a hand for the jedi to grasp.

"I'm going to be fine," he reassures his friend. "It was just a couple of scratches- really Arha and Rhiow made a big fuss over nothing."

He's not going to mention the copious amounts of blood lost while he lay on the corridor floor.

[mercjedi.livejournal.com]

He steps forward and takes his friends hand holding it firmly. Politely he chose to let the fact that he knew damn well it was more than a couple of scratches pass. Just knowing Tycho was okay was good enough. "Well that's good because I'm sure we're going to be very busy soon enough. So best take your chance to use this as an excuse for rest. We have all those recruits we're going to have to teach to be sneaky."

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

Tycho has to laugh at that. "Not just the recruits," he says. "I'm sure my sneaky skills could use some work of their own. In fact ... once the Doc clears me to leave, would you mind seeing about getting me started on a refresher course? It wouldn't do for one of the C.O.s to be completely clueless after all."

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Still dripping water from his spar with Ben, Luke tried to wring out the sleeves of his cloak as he made his way into the medbay. He was fairly certain whoever was on duty down here wouldn't appreciate the trail of drips he was leaving all over the place, but then again, it wasn't like he could do much about it. Jedi weren't able to instantly dry themselves after all. What fun would that be?

"Back to work already?" he asked, grinning as he came up to Tycho's bedside.

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

"Luke!" Tycho smiled up at his friend. "Oh, you know how running a squadron is- a lot less glamorous than it sounds."

He eyed his friend's wet appearance with some amusement. "Go swimming?" he teased.

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

"Ben and I were in a simulation," he explained, wringing out his cloak a little more before pulling a stool over with the Force and sitting on it. "It was wet. Makes it more difficult to see--or to stop, on a slick floor."

He was quiet a moment, looking his friend over. "How are you doing?"

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

Tycho nodded. "Makes sense," he said.

He had to smile ruefully at Luke's question. "I'm fine, really. I'm fine. Everyone's so worried about me, which is rather humbling, but honestly, it wasn't that bad."

[needs-release.livejournal.com]

Sam had decided it was time for him to make his debut in the Medbay. He wanted to see if there was any space for him, or if anyone needed help with anything.

But he wasn't prepared to meet one of his victims face to face. And the one that had suffered the worst. But there was no turning back now. "Ah... hello. Are you doing alright?" he was hesitant, not sure if he would react violently or not. He lifted his hands to show that they were normal.

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

When he'd woken up, Tycho had retrieved his blaster, as well as his datapad, from his ruined flight suit. He didn't have anywhere to put it, so Tycho had left his blaster laying on the bed next to him. At Sam's appearance though, his hand went to it. Sam had already proved he could move much faster than a normal human; if he decided he wanted to attack again, Tycho would only have one chance to get a shot off- he had better be prepared.

Tycho eyed the other man suspiciously. "I'm doing well enough," he answered, his voice neutral.

[needs-release.livejournal.com]

He noticed that hand going to the gun. "I don't mean you any harm. Earlier, that... wasn't me.--It was, but that's not the person I am. I lost control of other instincts, and I apologize. There's no excuse for it." His voice was sincere. "I don't intend to hurt anyone."

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

Tycho's expression was still suspicious, and he kept his hand on his blaster, though he didn't aim it. "What do you mean, lost control?" he wanted to know.

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

Wedge had, of course, decided to check up on his injured friend. He stuck his head into the medbay, then strolled over to the bed to look down at Tycho.

"You look like you're recovering fairly well, Tycho." He grinned, glad to see his friend wasn't in any serious danger.

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

"Wedge!" Tycho grinned up at his friend. "Yeah, there's no bacta, but they got me patched up pretty good. Soon as the Doc clears me, I should be good to go."

[yubyubcommander.livejournal.com]

"Glad to hear it. We need you back on your feet as soon as possible." He smiled for a moment before his expression turned serious.

"What happened, exactly? Rhiow wasn't too specific."

[sonofalderaan.livejournal.com]

"I'm not quite sure. This humanoid alien with sharp claws just ... attacked me." Tycho shrugged. "He said he was hungry, but I don't know what he meant ... Thankfully Rhiow showed up right away and was able to get him off of me, because he had faster than human re-flexes. I was going for my blaster, but ..." Tycho gave his friend a significant look. The rest of the sentence didn't need to be said.