Chapter 1
The File
After a long and stressful battle, Kix walked into his office after a very stressful surgery. Walking in he checked in and grabbed the nearest field medfile. Opening it, his eyes went wide and dropped the file, falling to his knees. It was his first ever live field wound.
### Flashback, first battle of Geonosis
"We need a medic over here!" I heard a voice yell, and without a second thought he ran over to the voice. Getting on one knee he leaned over the patient. 'Shot to the chest, blood clotting, heavy blood loss, put pressure on the wound, wrap in gauze and get med evac.'
"It's going to be okay, ner'vod, just stay with me." he said calmly administrating a hypo and painkiller. "What's your name?" he then put pressure on the chest wound.
"It's- it's Kicker." he said between ragged breaths.
"Well Kicker, it's nice to meet you."
"What-what's your name?" Kicker asked
"I... don't have a name." the clone replied checking to see if the clotting swelled down, but it wasn't, it was getting worse by the second and he added more pressure.
"Just forget about me, I know I'm finished." Kicker said, as the clone looked into his eyes, his eyes were fading fast.
"Stay with me Kicker." the clone shook him a little.
"Find yourself a nice name, and don't let this get to... you." Kicker muttered as he slumped back, and his eyes dulling fully. The clone checked the pulse and closed his eyes, straightening up a little.
'I could have saved him, if only I was a little faster, I could have saved him.' After the battle he jumped off the gunship and was about to head over to the medbay when someone called.
"Hey, medic." he turns to see a Captain walk up to him. "You are being reassigned to the 212th, led by Captain Cody and General Kenobi. The transport leaves in 10, so move it trooper." the Captain said as he walked off.
"Yes, sir!" the clone called as he walked over to the transport to see another medic. The other medic smiled as he walked next to him.
"Name's Coric, what's yours?" Coric asked offering his hand.
"I... Kix, my name is Kix." he said accepting his hand in a mando'a handshake.
"Nice name, which legion are you off to?" Coric asked
"212th, and you?" Kix asked
"501st, isn't the 212th commanded by Cody? I heard from other brothers, he's strict and by-the-book type." Coric said as Kix shrugged.
"I don't know, maybe?" he sighs "I'm sorry it's just... the battle got to me."
"Want to talk about it?" Coric asked sitting down in one of the many transport seats buckling in. Kix sits down next to him and shook his head.
"No..." he started and then sighed. "If we are supposed to be medics, always the calm and collected ones... Why are we the ones who lose brothers telling lies that everything is going to be alright. When it's not?"
"We can only do the best thing we can to save those who are still alive and mourn our loses after everyone is treated." Coric said
The rest of the flight was a comforting silence. Either one, there to reassure the other.
When the ship landed everyone got off-board and ending up parting with Coric. "Until next time, Kix, and I have a feeling we will meet again."
### Present
"Kix?" he heard a voice call, removing him from his thoughts. Kix looks up to see Coric looking down at him with concern. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah... I'm... fine." Kix mutters.
"You want to talk about it?"he asked noticing the open file.
"No..." Kix said and then told Coric everything on his mind, just like on the transport a year ago.
A/N: And that is chapter one! Hope you enjoyed. I can promise you, there will be more to come and longer chapters.