Enigma: Part 3

Chapter 20

You've gotta take the shot.

That's what Corr told himself.

Synyc ordered you to.

He knew it was the right thing to do, but god did it feel wrong. Shooting an unstable substance into their friend.

It was an ancient 'potion', as the Waylanders described it, that can supposedly put someone someone in virtually unbreakable stasis. When Corr examined it he found the science proved then correct. It would be the only way to keep Jolie docile enough to do the full transfusion. By some miracle Sayaram had managed enough donors. Plus, Corr was fully human and had the same blood type as Jolie, so he donated generously before they had arrived. He had barely prepared the complicated injection and Synyc just shoved it into a blaster at last second before running off to pull Evander away from her. It had been up to Corr to make the shot — and make it count.

He was a doctor. He helped people. He saved lives. But today he had seen someone believe they had lost their entire world right before their eyes. The look of pain in Evander's eyes and the broken sobs that left his lips made him want to crawl in a hole
and never come out. But when push came to shove, he just held Synyc tighter that night after their work had finished.

God he hoped he had managed to save Jolie. He couldn't live with himself if her next bullet was the killing kind.

       The next morning Evander woke Flint up with his stirring.

"Sorry," he muttered when he saw Flint rub his eyes.

"It's alright," he replied. "Probably for the best since my arm is asleep," he said with a laugh.

Evander laughed too and then sighed, posting himself from the comfort of his friend's arm. "Can you tell me what exactly happened?" He asked with a serious glance.

Flint sat and swiftly stood up. "Come on," he said as he offered a hand.

Evander took it, probably for longer than appropriate, and  followed him to their medical station. It was strange seeing the combination of ancient, natural remedies and medicines with the newer machines and tools they managed to bring from Yavin. Nobody knew if Corr actually had clearance to take it all, but nobody really cared.

Jolie was laying with one arm hooked up to a large container of her blood type, and the other seemed to be filtering blood out of her.

"How?" Evander asked as he marveled at the disturbing sight before him.

"Corr can explain it better but essentially the thing he shot her with contained a strong sedative that will keep her in stasis for a few days. There is donor blood being slowly introduced to her system while another machine is extracting it." Flint walked over to the container of bad blood being filtered out of her system. "Corr also gave her a drug that slightly changed the viscosity of her bad blood. It's thinner than the other blood. Using microtechnology from Yavin he inserted an almost microscopic device into her vein. It filtered out the thinner blood containing the midichlorians."

"That's... amazing," Evander said in wonderment. "Why didn't you tell me all this last night?" He asked, turning his attention back to Flint.

Flint smiled sadly. "I know you. And I knew you just needed to be assured that you're loved and... that someone's here for you." He chuckled a bit. "Plus, this would've been a lot to explain at two a.m. to an understandably hysterical man."

Evander smiled and laughed softly. "Thanks." They remained silent until Corr walked in. Evander turned towards him right away with a million questions.