"OW! That so totally hurts!" -- Charles Xavier

[cityship]

The battle against the Ohm raged on, and the casualties on the ground were mounting. Injured crew members got emergency treatment in the field, which largely amounted to patching them up so they wouldn't die sometime within the next fifteen minutes. After that, they were quickly picked up by shuttle and brought back to the ship, where they were sent to a medbay that was getting progressively more crowded.

The situation was growing increasingly dire, to the point that Stacy activated one of the AI's to help out.



"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

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Re: [Bendied through the fight and a great deal of time afterwards]

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She had been making her way to her, and had to stifle stray tears the moments he saw her teacher brought into the fray. There were no words to describe what Katara was feeling, and she didn't bother wasting them, not now. There was too much to be done, and with Arha's injuries Katara was not about to waste time bemoaning her teacher's ill luck. No one had been too fortunate in their fights to get away without a scrap, she imagined.

She started with her head: it was the part of the body that Katara had the least control over but knew that her healing would at least make it so her teacher did not suffer from more head trauma than needed. She'd seen Vader and a man she didn't know approach Arha already, and now that they were gone for the moment, she could do this. She wasn't a physician like that medical doctor, but she would do what she could.

A hand touched her teacher's cheek, and for a moment Katara looked both loving and vulnerable, remembering all too well the injuries she'd seen today. She shivered, remembering the alien acid that disintegrated a man's limbs.

"Arha," Katara said softly. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."