Enigma- A Star Wars FanFic

Chapter 9

        "You head to the med-bay, I'll be right over," Flint told Jolie when they departed the shuttle and got on their old ship. It was in a desolate field, where Alda and Evander dropped it.

Jolie nodded and went into the tiny room full off medical supplies. Their was a cutout in the wall to make a bed. She opened a few cabinets until she found a round container of bacta cream. She grabbed that along with gauze and bandages, then sat on one end of the bed. She had ripped up that awful cape to stop the bleeding in the large gashes, so she unwrapped those few spots. One large gash was on her right arm, and the other went from across her left cheek to her right eyebrow. She applied the cream, then a bandage, and wrapped it with gauze. She did that for a few other cuts on her arms that were large enough to get infected. The minor ones she left to heal in their own.

"Okay, we are now on course to Corascaunt," Flint walked in, still a little shaken from everything,"Are you feeling alright?"

Jolie looked up,"Yeah, just a few scrapes."

Flint walked over and looked at her arms. The glass had really done a job on them. "A few scrapes?" Jolie kept her hands on her lap and tried not to show the one bad cut. Flint noticed pretty quickly and he flipped her arm over,"Jolie. Why did you do that? I mean, the guards and the chase and jumping through glass? We're not being expected to shut down some complicated operation. You didn't have to do any of that"

She took her arm back. "And yet, I did." Her expression was cold as stone, like back with the guards,"I'm a Jedi, not a coward."

There was a long, awkward silence. Flint wasn't sure what to say to that. "Do you want any help?" 

"No thanks, the ship can't pilot itself for long." She cracked a small smile.

Flint got up and went back to the cockpit.

Once he left, she got up and went to the mirror between a set of cabinets. She looked at the gash on her face and saw she had some dried blood dripping down around it. She grimaced at the ugly look of it and cleaned it up with some soap and water, wincing a little at the sting. Next she rummaged through yet another cabinet and found some large bandaids, which she cut to fit the cut without covering her eyes. Repeating the same process as before, she applied the Bacta, bandage, and secured it with a bandaid. The black, almost skin like adhesive stretched from the bridge of her nose, then diagonally up through the middle of her left eyebrow.

"Good enough," she said to herself. Then she put the supplies back and went to her room to change.

"I could not waste another second in that awful excuse for clothing," she remarked as she sat down in the cockpit.

Flint laughed,"Do you mind taking over while I change?"

Jolie nodded,"Sure," And stood to take his place.

"It's not that hard, just-"

"-Seriously?" She interjected, a sharp glare pointed towards Flint.

His face went red and he awkwardly turned, then walked out to his room.

I wish people would stop treating me like I'm some child, Jolie thought to herself. I'm quiet, not helpless. She thought back to when she was little, shielded from the world by her teachers. She never trained normally, never socialized normally, just wasn't... normal. And she didn't know why.

She sensed Flint walk back in. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to help," he said, still looking embarrassed.

"Thanks, but I don't need it," Jolie said, getting up and going to her room down the hall to form a plan.