The same alarm went off on my chrono-meter every single morning. I'd have to change it sooner than later before it drives me mad. Turning off the button on the top of the little device, I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I didn't want to get up. My eyes felt heavy, and so did my entire body; I hated those mornings. Dragging myself up out of bed, I proceeded with my morning routine of getting ready. All the mornings aboard the finalizer had been relatively the same. Get up, get washed up, get dressed, leave for work. Sometimes I would get breakfast. Most times, I wouldn't, it all depended on how I was feeling, and today I didn't feel like eating breakfast.
After I had finished getting ready for the day, I headed down through the halls and into the Medbay. Mornings and nights were always repetitive. I would have to find something else to do in my limited free time. Maybe I'd touch upon my combat skills. It would be manageable, and it could come in handy one day if needed. Perhaps I could find someone to train alongside? Shaking away my thoughts, I entered the medbay, the overnight crew murmuring amongst themselves. Giving the group a small nod in acknowledgement, I went into my office to look over that night's paperwork. Closing the dark door behind me, I went over to my chair and sat down. With the thin stack of papers in one hand, I crossed one leg over the other and leaned back. Things have died down over the past few days, which was good, no one was in critical condition anymore, and most of them were released from the wing. A few stragglers were doing a lot better and were moved from the private beds to ones out in the main room. They were to be released within the next day or so since they were healing so well. They would still need bed rest and take it easy, but they were just about well enough to leave the med bay.
Flipping over to the last page, I sighed. We were already out of a great deal of supplies- even stuff we usually have an abundance of. Taking out my datapad, I made a list of supplies that we needed and their amounts. It was a hefty list, but if they wanted to keep putting out troops like they did and have as many returns injured, there would be a need to do supply runs both before and after missions. In the long run, it cost them more money. Many of the troops seemed young. They were most likely reckless and took on tasks that they thought they could do, but being out on a mission was not like training. Not even close. Even the strongest of troops she had seen laying on those beds, clinging onto life. It wasn't fun and games. It was life and death.
Moving from my comfy position, I scooted the chair closer to the desk. I placed the datapad on the desk, scrolling and clicking on every item that the other medics had listed off as running low as a request for the quartermaster to deliver as soon as possible. My full focus was on the small screen for a decent amount of time until I heard yelling from outside the office. My head snapped up, my brows furrowed in confusion and concern. Like a reflex, my body shot out of my chair, the datapad falling a small distance onto the desk. Rushing out of the small office, I went to see what the commotion was. As soon as I saw who was coming in, I felt nervous, which wasn't like me. Everyone I have worked on here was troops or officers, but I never helped the Supreme leader, Kylo Ren. What was he going to say, how was he going to react? What was he like. How threatening were his injuries?
No other medic in the room came forward; you could tell by their expression that they weren't sure what they should do. Immediately moving past the group of them, I made my way over to where Kylo, my brother, who had done the shouting, and several other officers stood. Looking towards General Hux, my brows furrowed with concern.
" What happened?" I demanded, needing immediate answers to know what injuries I was up against to find the best course of action to approach his injuries.
" A Wookie shot him in the abdomen with their bowcaster, and the injury to his face is from a lightsaber, do be careful." The general responded, a glare towards me. Ignoring his look, I instructed them to bring him into the third private room. Not only was it the largest, but it
was by far the nicest one here. Looking at Emilie, I instructed her to get bacta packs, an IT-0000 droid, bandages, a bedgown, and pain killers looking at Emilie. Hopefully, this would be all I needed alongside my surgical droid. Rushing into the room alongside the other Generals, I helped them place the semi-conscious leader onto the bed.
Having the droid in the room analyze his wounds, there was evidence of significant healing. It wasn't something I had come across before, and it puzzled me. Putting my confusion aside, I was relieved. Even though his injuries were severe, the healing that had already occurred may very well have saved his life. There was significant bruising around the bowcaster wound, which would have to be watched. With the facial injury, the bacta pack would only be able to do so much and leave him disfigured with a scar. The injuries didn't phase me much; there have been many more gruesome ones that I have seen and dealt with. This one was different. These belonged to Kylo Ren, the leader of the First Order. I had to be confident with every action I took with healing him.
When Emilie arrived with everything I needed, I took it and placed it on the table in the room. I took the IV needle and tape and rolled the chair to his bed. Gently taking his hand in mine, I quickly inserted the IV for the pain medication. This would not only help him feel better, but it would also sedate him and make it easier for myself and the droids to work on his injuries with little to no discomfort.
Looking at the leader's peaceful face, it dawned on me that this was the first time I had seen it. He was young, maybe a couple of years younger than me, or maybe my age. He was handsome. No. I couldn't think about such things. Swallowing the lump of embarrassment that had risen in my throat, I continued working until everything was to my satisfaction. The bacta packs would stay on, for the time being, aiding the work that myself and the droids had done. They would stay until further work needed to be done. Mainly to help reduce scarring on his face. Making sure everything was right, I left the room and headed out to the central area of the medbay and into the office. I was tired and incredibly stressed out. The supreme leader was in MY medbay. Under my care until further notice. I couldn't leave. Looking out to the slightly ajar door to his room, I sighed. This was going to be a long couple of days.
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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...
