For a few years, living in hiding had gone pretty well. I was in a place where I could help people. Maybe not as a Jedi, but helping people is still helping people, even if the hospital allied itself with the Empire. Sometimes the safest place is among the enemy. Master Kenobi rejected the idea of me going away at first."You're hardly a Jedi!" He said when I suggested it. "Master," I said. "I'll remain in hiding. I know how to be safe and on top of that me separating from you would probably make us both safer." He said no as final answer and I shrugged. The next day, however, he brought it up and ended up agreeing to it.
So, I got an education and worked in a hospital on Lothal for three years. I contacted my master rarely, so the Empire wouldn't catch on. I hid myself easily, with a fake surname to hide behind. Life was running smoothly.
Until I got assigned to a new patient. I would have guessed that she was around fourteen or fifteen years old. She had long black hair, which strangely had one white streak in it. "What happened?" I asked a coworker. My colleague shook her head.
"We don't know." She said. "The girl was just found unconscious in an alley. The citizen who picked her up said that there was a puddle of vomit and blood next to her." I shuddered internally. Vomit and blood is never a good combination. I was left alone with the girl.
The first order of business was to find any other injuries. That was taken care of quickly. I found a wound on her arm as I removed her red jacket. It was, by the looks of it, a gun wound. When I prodded it, she moaned. "So, you're awake, now?" I asked. No response. I continued with my job until she was in a clean hospital gown. I cleaned and dressed the wound. I checked her eyes by prying them open, they were rolled in.
I concluded that she had a concussion. I sighed, there was little I could do. Rest is some of the best medicine for something like this. As I sat down, her eyes fluttered open. "Where am I?" she asked, her eyes revealing themselves to be a deep gray color. She began to sit up, but I gently pushed her back down. She tried to fight to stay up, but lacked the strength. "You're safe at a hospital." She still tried to sit up, but didn't have the energy. "Don't do that." I told her. "You have a concussion, best not to strain yourself." Her eyes showed me that she didn't trust me, but she had given up on moving and was laying down.
"Can you tell me how you got so banged up?" I asked. Her eyes turned away from me and looked at the opposite wall. "I fell." She replied, sullenly. I almost laughed, she had a gun wound and a concussion and she expects me to believe that she simply fell?!
I was about to respond, but a group of three stormtroopers burst into the room. The girl yelp and tried to hide herself under the thin blanket. I stood up, ready to protest. One of them went over to her bed and yanked the covers off. "Is this the one?" He called to one of the others from across the room. The one closest to me looked at her for a minute. "That white streak, it's her." The one who was at the girl's side grabbed her wounded arm, she cried out in pain. "You're going to pay for what you did yesterday. I should have aimed for your head when I fired." She struggled and his grip tightened, her eyes shut in agony. He slipped a pair of binders on her wrists, still clutching her wounded arm and began to roughly drag her from her bed.
"Could you please explain what is going on?" I said as I got in front of the doorway to block their exit. The troopers stared at me, surprised I would speak up. "It's imperial business, stand aside." One of them said. I know that Obi-Wan told me again and again to keep a cool head and not draw attention to myself, but there are few things that I hate more than the strong hurting the weak.
I probably should have done as I was told, but I couldn't just stand by and let this happen. "I can't let you take her." I said. "She needs medical treatment. She has a wound and a concussion." The girl's eyes opened in surprise. She looked at me, then them, then back at me. "If you stand in our way, we won't hesitate to arrest you as well." Then, I did something that I haven't done in a long time. I shut my eyes for a second in concentration and said, "You will leave this hospital and forget about the girl." They stared at me blankly for a second then repeated my words and left. I exhaled, using a mind trick on three men was more difficult than I remembered it.
"What did you do?" The girl asked as I removed her binders. I told her that I didn't do anything. She insisted that I did something. I repeated my excuse. "Here," I said. "You need sleep to recover." I strapped a gas mask over her face and waited for her to sleep.
During that wait she kept trying to ask questions and take off the mask. "Just inhale it. You can ask me all the questions you want tomorrow." I said soothingly as her eyelids began to droop. After she fell asleep, I removed the mask. Not only did the gas put her into a deep sleep, but it also dulled her memory of today. "I'm sorry. I can't let you blow my cover." I said quietly as I left the room.
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