The wild place that the Medbay was upon the Finalizer was a place that I had grown accustomed to. It was a place where I strived to do the best work I could, a place where I pushed myself harder than ever, not because I wanted to, but because I had no other choice. The people who came in here relied on me to help them with whatever they came in here, whether it be a minor cut or a matter of life and death. My job as a head medic was not easy. I trained the medics under me and managed the slew of surgical droids and IT-S00.2 units. I ensured that all health codes and regulations were met. I made sure all the paperwork was done correctly and, most importantly, made sure almost everyone who came in through my doors left. My position as the head medic was one I worked incredibly hard for, more demanding than my brother Armitage Hux did for his role as General. Sure his ideology from our father was there, but he was given opportunities that I never had. Positions almost handed to him for a young age-something I didn't have. In my rank, I had to work from the bottom up.
The Medbay saw a steady amount of patients every day. Most of the time, it was cadets from the trooper program who came in usually with minor injuries like a sprained wrist, a concussion, cuts that might require stitches. Minor injuries. These were fine, and an easy remedy. Sometimes I would help these cadets, but when other matters of more urgency required my attention, I would have one of the IT-S00.2 droids step in with stitches, or one of the medics below me to tend to their injuries if otherwise. On the days after missions, or when high ranking individuals are in my care, I tend to them, and me alone, unless I need assistance, such as instances where major surgeries are required, Bacta tank submersion, or they are on death's door.
I got up earlier than I usually would for a typical shift. This allowed me to properly prepare for the day ahead when the troops would return from a mission. These days were typically stressful, and I would need to have a clear head to put my full attention to my patients-not as if I don't on a regular day, but more so on days where injuries were ten times more severe. Every action I take, every decision I make could affect the life of the individual I was working on.
Pulling the dark, satiny sheets off my body, I rolled myself out of bed. Thankfully, the head medic had their quarters that consisted of a Large bed, closet, a rather comfy chair and a desk, along with a small bathroom. It was a dark room, much like the majority of the interior of the Finalizer. Standing up now, I reached my arms up towards the ceiling, stretching them to wake myself up more hopefully. Once I had finished my stretching, I grabbed the beds comforter and flat sheet and brought it up to the top of the bed, making it and smoothing out the wrinkles before placing a couple of pillows on top. I then went to the closet and pulled out my uniform and laid it carefully on the bed, avoiding any chance of wrinkles forming. We had to look presentable. Heading into the bathroom, I took out my hairbrush, ties, and pins gently brushed my copper locks into a smooth, neat ponytail at the nape of my neck. Pulling the tie around it, I made sure it was night, yet comfortable. Looking into the mirror, I let out a noise of satisfaction, splashed some cold water over my face hoping to get rid of the bit of tiredness that remained.
Once I was finished in the bathroom, I headed back out into the living area in my quarters and stripped down and out of my nightgown and into clean undergarments and then into my uniform. Before heading out, I checked myself over once more in the floor-length mirror to make sure my appearance was up to standard before heading out to medbay. In the dark hallways, I passed a few people as they headed about their daily routines—a group of cadets running to their training and a couple of members of the bridge personnel. Usually, I would see groups of Stormtroopers heading out, but almost all of them on this side of the ship at least were on a mission and returning in an hour or so. The clacking of my onyx boots against the dark flooring was abnormally loud; I would not say I liked the quiet in the halls. It was eerie, strange. It didn't sit well in my stomach. Shaking my thoughts from my head, I turned the corner to the Medbay's wing and entered through the doors.
The Medbay's wing consisted of numerous portions. The first area you entered when walked into the med bay was a room that had 100 beds and curtains for privacy. A few surgical droids and IT-000.2 droids were stationed near the office and machines connected to the wall near each bed that would be used when there were patients. Then it was my office in the back corner, closed off from the rest of the room; however, glass windows were making up most of the outer wall to observe my team and patients. Lastly, there was a hallway that housed 50 rooms for individuals who would require a more extended stay that the others. It was a nice spot, more superior than the medical bays that other ships I have been on. But then again, I demanded only the best for the troops that I had and nothing less.
"Hey guys, how was the night shift?" I asked the couple other medics who were on overnight. Pulling out one of the rolley chairs from near one the beds, I sat down on its leather surface and pushed myself near them; the familiar sound of the wheels across the floor was one of my favourites.
"It was fine, pretty quiet actually," one of the pair spoke up.
"Yeah there were only a couple cadets that came in... One of them felt sick, and the other was the company. He was fine, though, and we sent him back to the barracks."
I nodded slightly as they spoke, a gesture to show that I was listening to them.
"Yeah, usually is... I'll let you two go get some rest; I got everything from here. The others should be arriving shortly." Flashing them a smile, I got up from the chair and was on and placed it near the bed closest to where I was and headed over to my office. The nurses seemed relieved that they were off, which was understandable. The night shifts seemed to last eons, but only because they were slow. Right now, it was the calm before the storm. In a few short hours-or, maybe less than that, everyone would return, and those who were injured would be rushed here. They didn't get to see that like me or the other medics did.
Opening the door to my office, I flicked on the light and headed over to my desk. It was a sleek, metal desk with three drawers on one side. Pulling out my chair, I sat down, mentally preparing for the day ahead.
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It wasn't long until the other staff for the day arrived. We worked the next hour and a half, making sure we were well prepared for the arrival of the injured. Beds made everything sanitized, checked and double-checked that we had enough supplies and ready for the worst.
Suddenly, my comlink went off, and the loud sound silenced the room. My heart sank when I read the message. We would need more staff than what we have now. It was going to be a tough day. Looking up at my crew around me, I gave them a small smile. "Okay...So, full house, we need as many hands-on-deck today as we can. Emilie, page everyone who is not working right now and have them come down." I looked towards the blonde for a moment while I commanded. "I know a lot of you are new, that's okay. Today is not going to be easy-I won't tell you it is. It's going to suck, it's going to be draining, but you will do everything that you can to save the lives of these people. If there's something you don't understand or you need help with, please tell me. Tell, Emilie, shes my second in command. If it's an easy fix like stitches, get a droid." I paused for a moment, gathering the thoughts that ran through my head. I chewed at my lip for a second before speaking up once more. "We got this." I gave them a reassuring smile.
The doors opened.
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To Heal & Grow
Fanfiction"A lover, Hux? Surprising that anyone would consider you." The voice said, resulting in a glare from Armitage. "My sister." The General corrected. "As if I'd tell you if I had a lover or any of my personal affairs." ---- Amara Hux Head Medic aboard...