Tyen stroked the leather that stretched over Scorpius' skull, holding him as the convulsions faded away. "Shh, love. Rest." She gently laid his head back on the pillow of the medical-bay bed. He'd been in there for the last seventeen cycles, the heat burning away at what remained of his mind. Her eyes clouded over with tears as she thought back to the day she first met him.
Senior Medical Officer Tyen rushed into the med bay, finding her normally serene domain in chaos, wounded everywhere, her medical officers trying desperately to seperate out those they could save from the dead and dying. She dismissed the cadet who'd been sent to bring her, and waded into the mess, trying desperately to reestablish order in the room. Her trained eyes flicked over wouded, seperating them in her mind into those who needed immidiate attention, those who were beyond saving, and those who could wait.
Four commandos carried in another wounded man, this one in black leather, and immediately recognizable. Scorpius. Tyen hadn't met the half-breed before, but she knew that this was him. He was unconciouss, and one of the commandos muttered something about a cooling rod.
"Take him over there. Moreli! Bring the cooling unit on-line, now!" Tyen directed the cammandos over to Medical Officer Moreli, who had them settle the feaverishly muttering Scorpius in the cooling unit, taking over the function of his suit.
Tyen went about her normal duties, changing out the cooling rods in Scorpius' skull every half-arn, keeping an eye on the functioning of the improved cooling unit, that had allowed Scorpius to continue doing his normal duties from the confort of his room for several cycles before the feaver completely took over his mind.
"Tyen." His voice was horse, low. "Let me die."
She shook her head. "They can fix it, I know they can. We'll find a way to allow you ...."
"No, Tyen." He grabbed her hand, pulling her over. "I can't wait any logner for them to find a cure. Let me die."
Tyen knelt on the bed, cradling his upper body in her arms. "I don't want to let you go." Tears dripped down her face as she gently touched her forehead to his, feeling the heat radiating from him. "I won't ever let you go." A slender blade slithered out of her sleeve, and she set the edge against the base of his skull. It sliced through the leather and bone almost effortlessly, bringing him peace in an instant.
When the med officer came in to check on Tyen and Scorpius, he found the medic slumped over Scorpius, the knife still clenched in her hand, blood staining the bed and floor. He called for assistance, but it was far too late for either one.