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

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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Granted Dean was stuck getting a fireman's carry just because that was the only option at the time. Still it wasn't the best thing for the hunter as he laid once again, too injured and out to move in the back of his Impala earlier. As had been so for him so many times in the past and likely in the future.

Now he was barely breathing as the fractured lower ribs had shifted and punctured his left lung. There were several bruises, a broken left leg. Possible fractures elsewhere, and the guy still had a concussion. He woke briefly en route to medbay but promptly passed out again. Also some burns from the fire, and likely some smoke inhalation after he lost his rebreather.

Arha was tucked away in a more private alcove where Luke and Mara had dropped her off. Safely cocooned in a Jedi healing trance thanks to Luke, she lie motionless and oblivious to the commotion going on around her. She was cooler than usual, her skin waxy-pale, and her presence in the Force was muted as she shut down to heal.

Her right eye was bloodshot, one of her ribs was cracked, her sternum was bruised along with much of her body--injuries mostly sustained from the crash--and she had a concussion to top it all off. With the aid of the Force and her Bene Gesserit skills, she was mending quickly. The frighteningly swollen eye had gone down some, which meant that if given sufficient motivation, she might have been able to crack it open.

Arha slept with near the stillness of the dead, her battle-weary body proven as a member of Rogue Squadron.

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Vader scowled down at her prone body. Why was he even here? There was nothing he required, and he certainly had no plans to take a hold of Arha's hand until she was well.

"What good is your power if you are unable to heal yourself?" he snapped at her.

Kyle found her after the fight. Frowning he took a seat next to her bed, and reached out to hold her hand. Gently he poked at her in the Force, just enough to let her know he was there. He'd been told she'd recover, but it wasn't going to stop him from worrying about her or waiting by her side. He was still for several moments before he shook his head. She'd flown well, but smashing those Ohm fighters together had been too much. She was lucky she still had her brain inside her skull. It was a damned foolish thing to do, but despite that he couldn't be upset with her. She was going to alright, and that's all he cared about right now. She'd have the good sense to know not to pull something like that again. He wouldn't have to say a word.

For now he'd just stay near her. It was all he could do for her right now.

In all the battles he'd ever fought, Kang had never dislocated a joint. The broken limbs hurt like hell, and the slashes and tears in the membranes of his wings stung, but that pain was nothing compared to what shot through him every single time he shifted his left shoulder. It was taking all of his willpower to not throw up every single time nausea rolled through him. Really, it was a wonder he was still conscious, with how weak he felt.

He was leaning on the wall, gingerly cradling his arm against his torso and cursing in a mix of languages. The humerus bone of his left wing was bent at an odd angle, obviously broken, and a bit of white bone was visible sticking out from the forearm on the same side; his scales and leather armor were also streaked with greenish blood.

Oh, dammit. His battle-axe had been left behind. Hopefully someone would retrieve it for him.

Kyle looked up, and scowled at Vader. Normally his emotions would be buried deep, controlled, but right now they were out in the open, and directed fulyl at Vader. "Go away. Now!"

Vader folded his arms and titled his helmet back. "I am repaying a favor she has granted me many times," he replied, with an unbearable aura of smugness.

If anything, Vivio would be the poster child for the biggest contradiction ever. As she laid there, unconscious and injured, Vivio could be the example of why children shouldn't fight. At the same time, the fact that she willingly went out there to fight despite the dangers proved that the children can go out and fight.

Her grievous wound was the patched and stitched up spot on right her right just above where her right breast is, her arm pinned and braced to prevent movement. If she was in child form, it would have been much worse. Even so, the combination of Nanoha's rescue and Matt's Quintessence had been enough to keep things from getting worse.

Right now, Vivio sleeps a fitful sleep, Sacred Heart, little plushie that he is, watching over her.

"She helped you. It's why you're standing there right now, and not in this medbay hooked up to machines. It's also the only reason I haven't fried you right back to that state, and thrown you out of here." Kyle was in no mood to debate with the Sith. No mood to put up with Vader's trash. It bothered him he was already losing this much control, but there was nothing he could do about it now. "Now are you going to leave peacefully, or not?"

There was a flash of light, like a squiggle of energy plunging downwards from somewhere next to her as Matt teletransported in next to her.

Picking up a medical scanner, he played it across her form and sighed. "Been watching out for her?" asked Matt of Sacred Heart.

There was a shine of perspiration and a weary expression on his face as he continued to work.

"Jesus, amigo," came a strained voice from behind Kang.

Luis already looked exhausted as he pulled on a pair of rubber gloves, but he knew the injured had not even begun to filter in, and he had to help take care of as many cases as he could. He wouldn't meddle in anything life-threatening (leave that to the real medics), but he was pretty versatile otherwise.

"Let's get you fixed up," he said, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Anything I need to know about your species? Please, be detailed."

"I leave the decision entirely in your hands," Vader said, taking long, purposeful strides until he was directly before Kyle (and invading his space), "I relish a distraction."

Sacred Heart looked up at Matt as he worked on Vivio. The little plushie nodded as it looked back down at Vivio. If it could speak, it would tell Matt how worried it was over the condition of its young master.

Negi rested fitfully against the bed, sighing. He had done his part and yet it didn't feel like enough. But so far, people who he cared for was safe, and he was laying with bandages across his chest and an IV was sitting next to him, feeding him drugs to keep his internal injuries from worsening.

Matt patted Sacred Heart on the head, ruffling it's plush ears. "Don't worry, she's a strong kid. And her mom's raised her right."

He smiled as he murmured another soft healing spell on the fly and warm pink light played across her body. "That should help for now," said Matt, having focused his attention to her shoulder.

Sitting down next to her, he bit his lip. "I did all I can. Is it enough you think?"

Kyle stopped by Dean's bed on his way to see Arha. It looked like he'd been through a lot. Whatever it had been Kyle was sure he'd saved somebody. Fighting the good fight. He just wish it didn't cost so much sometimes. He stood there for a few minutes hands on the edge of the bed eyes down, completely quiet. "Hang in there Dean. I'll come see you again."

With that he stepped away to go check up on someone else important to him.

"Cold-blooded," Kang hissed through gritted teeth, head thumping back against the wall. "Other than that, no."

Sacred Heart looked down at Vivio, letting out the equivalent of a sigh. He wasn't sure if it was enough of not, but for now, it would have to do. As he watched, he leaned back as he noticed Vivio's eyes twitch a bit.

Kyle stood up, and stared right into Vader's eyes. Kriffing Sith was playing with him, and he was walking right into it. Well he could hit below the belt too. "Go now, and I won't mention to Luke what you've done. He's rather fond of Arha too. I think he might take a bit of an issue with it, and if he doesn't I'm sure Mara will."

What Kyle would pay to have her here to back him up right now. She knew how to get under his skin.

Matt noticed this too, and he checked the medical scanner. "Blood pressure's rising... I think she's coming around."

"Vivio?"

It was a very long while before she surfaced groggily and took a deeper breath that quickly turned into a hissing gasp of pain. For awhile, she went still as she quickly clamped down on her body and worked past the pain. She couldn't stop the tears that leaked from her eyes to dampen her hair even if she wanted to. Arha was Bene Gesserit, Fremen, Jed-Eye, but she bled and she ached and she hurt like a human.

There was no shame in that.

She knew he was there in a dim sort of sense--the Force gave her that much beyond her aching head and they strange way her eye pulsed as it healed. Arha managed to crack her eyes open briefly, and realized her head was restrained in a warm, solid grip that prevented her from moving it. She was stuck, and for a moment, she struggled.

"Jade would do well to remember her place," Vader growled, nastily, but he knew Kyle had his number. With Luke's precious and fragile trust hanging in the balance, he could not afford to make a misstep.

"I will return later," he called, over his shoulder. "To see if her condition has not...deteriorated."

"Okay. I can do that," he said a little distractedly, as he worked to fill a hypodermic needle with pain medication. There came a moment of hesitation as he tried to figure out how, exactly, he was going to go about this-- but he remembered his grad school days of experiments with lizards, and it couldn't be all that different. Between the scales and into a vein-- there would be a pinch, a cold sensation and a feeling of relief.

"We'll give it a minute before I go yanking your arm," Luis assured him, turning to the tray next to him to dig for bandages. "And I can rig up something to regulate your temperature. Sound okay?"

Vivio let out a pained moan, sore from her experiences.

"mmm... m-mama..." she muttered as she slowly came to.

"Shhh, don't strain yourself," urged Matt. "Your mothers are still down there fighting. How do you feel?"

A stupid question but it was in all medical dialogue.

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

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