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story summary: Clone medic Kix had a rather delicate request from commander Tano.


medical supplies

By your-biohazardous-friend

The fact, that Ahsoka patiently waited by the entrance was abnormal. She was normally brash and in your face, now the same jedi padawan was meek, shy, with her shoulders slumped. To top it all, Jedi rarely seek help from clone medics. They mostly had their own remedies and meditation to deal with their problems. As long as their bones were not sticking out of torn out flesh or bowels were hanging out of the abdominal cavity, Jedi were fine on their own.

The Jedi acolyte stepped into the tent, her head lowered in an embarrassment. She nervously looked around, checking if she's the only one inside.

"commander?" Kix asked concerned.

„does…" Ahsoka stammered quietly, "does your med kit have tampons… or sanitary pads by any chance?"

"sanita-?" Kix looked at the Togruta teen stupefied. "Oh…"

"I- I… had no time to step by the temple… all nearby the drug stores were closed…"

Kix took a deep breath. He was trained for this, sort of… he knew anatomy, he knew basics well enough to know that this part of the reproduction cycle was very troublesome for many females of numerous species and it tended to hurt in some cases. The flash training flashed before his eyes - be respectful, understanding, provide alternative solution if standard procedures were unavailable.

"I'm sorry, commander" Kix said with his most professional timbre he could muster "that kind of medical supplies are not provided for my specialization. But if you need any painkillers for you… predicament-"

"no! no! I'm all right!" she waved her arms helplessly "I just… run out of…them"

"I see" the clone nodded, reaching out for his medpack "I can provide you with bandages. They are pH neutral and…" Kix grunted "very absorptive"

"that will have to do for now" she bowed as the man handed her the fresh roll of white cloth "and Kix…?"

"don't worry, commander. I'm a medic"

Ahsoka sighed relieved, as if it explained it all.

Normally it did. The physician-patient privilege was the code the entire medic association swore to work by, in the Republic and outside of it. However, clone medics were a breach in this particular law. Officially, clone medics never took the Hippocratic Oath, as they were not graduates of any medical school.

Moreover, clones were weapons and, just like guns and AT-TA, any damage of the property was to be noted, accounted for and, the most importantly, transparent to anyone who was involved with the project.

Yet each clone medic quickly learnt that not reminding of the inconsistency or alluding an association with the professional medical staff was the easiest way to make their patients talk. Seriously, some of the Courscant hookers had the nastiest venereal diseases and threatening their brothers with court-martial and mutiny was far less effective than a simple promise of discretion.

The lie was as white as the bandages and pills clone medics used to save their comrades.