"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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[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Yes, the villa. I think the beds might have been moved already, but I am unsure. If not, they should be, with their linens and the other goods, where we stored them. I did most of the clearing before we left. There is just dusting and bits of rubble that I know I cannot life right now. Arha's mental voice was sleepy as she tucked herself against him.

It matters not what I lay on. I am comfortable so long as nothing provokes sharp movement or healing. It was easier to speak using this Force, thusly. Her jaw hurt from being rattled around and her throat was sore.

[mercjedi.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure we'll be able to manage something." If all else failed he'd just pile up the linens, and do the best he could to make her comfortable. It wouldn't be perfect, but it would do. In fact he had some rather fond memories of curling up with her like that. At least they had the villa, and he'd be able to move the furniture in time if it wasn't already. He'd just need to find someone to keep an eye on her first. Under no circumstances was he leaving her alone until she was healed. Not with Vader around. It was just asking for trouble.

"Just try to rest, and I'll get us there alright?"

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

A soft, mental mmm was her reply to that as she let herself sink a little futher into a doze. Waking and realizing she was being drained had been a shock enough, but the exhaustion was another thing. Oddly, she had no need for food and wasn't the least bit hungry even after healing Kyle the little bit she had. Arha just wanted to sleep for a long while.

Her sleepy response was sluggish at best, colored with a mental display if half-dreams. X-Wings, Jed-Eye, Vader, Kyle, Wedge. The squadron. Fixing her X-Wing.

All of the images flashed about, vivid and bright. And, too, there was a mental image of being curled up in blankets. Soft, nice blankets.