Raging Grief
Grief raged within Jaina Solo-Maul. Her beloved parents were dead, and so were her Aunt Mara and Uncle Luke. Like herself, her husband and triplets, her brothers and their families, were all gathered together in the same area of the recently built medical center created adjacent to the newly renovated Jedi Temple compound on Coruscant. Although primarily used for the medical care of Jedis, the center was open to anyone who was in need of medical assistance.
She was the first of her immediate family of five to come out of the coma that the virulent virus had forced her into. Her beloved Goshyn was still out if it, but she had been assured by Master Cighal that he was holding his own finally, and just needed sleep to aide him in his healing.
Of their triplets, it didn't surprise Jaina that Tapion was the first of her and Goshyn's children to be headed down the path towards recovery. As their firstborn, he had always been a little bit stronger, and a little bit faster, than Casio and Alara, ever since they were infants.
Casio and Alara were alive, but still gravely ill. She knew they were fighting hard to stay alive. Jaina had had a future vision, a few short days before the virus struck the galaxy, that showed all three of her children as adults. Her belief in the vision was the only thing keeping her from being totally consumed by the turbulent emotions arcing through her.
Her vision had shown Goshyn alive as well, but it had been murky as to whether any of her other family members would survive the virus. That was why she felt so desperate to see her brothers. She had to see Jacen and Anakin with her own eyes. She needed to touch them both and let them know that she was there, as well as check on the status of their wives and children, and on her younger cousins, Alexxa and Ben.
She removed the patches monitoring her heart rate, brain waves pattern, and from her chest and head, but knew that she could not remove the IV taped to her arm.
Jaina concentrated hard on the plastic tube of clear liquid hanging on a hook at the head of her bed and was relieved when it flew into her free hand.
She slid her legs over the side of the bed and gingerly placed her weight onto her feet, nearly collapsing as her weak legs buckled beneath her. She leaned heavily on the bed, drawing on the Force to strengthen her weak limbs.
"I can do this." she murmured aloud, and continuing to use the Force to aide her, she began to slowly walk away from her bed.
