As Vestara landed, Luke jumped to his feet.
"Jaina Solo Fel, Get out of this room, now!" he snapped, his voice rising from conversational to angry through the short sentence. He finished the command with a powerful Force urge to do as she was told.
Jaina looked at the crumpled figure on the floor, noticed the blood trickling from her head, and practically ran out of the door.
"Jag, grab the medkit." Luke continued, using the Force to activate the emergency summons button by the bed.
~0~
Tahiri and Jiido had decided to stop for a drink at the medcenter's small café when they both felt the sudden surge of anger boiling through the Force. It seemed a strange sort of anger because it felt like Luke Skywalker was radiating it.
A few moments later Jaina rushed into the cafe looking as if she had seen a Force- ghost, and it had prophesied her death. She walked over to the counter and asked the Togruta server for a double whyren's reserve. She slugged the expensive whiskey back in a single gulp, and wordlessly held the glass out for a refill.
"Bad day?" Tahiri asked her, looking concerned.
"Uncle Luke just threw me out of Ben's room for making my feelings known to that hut'uun his son seems to have fallen in love with." She said, using the mandolorian curse without even thinking, before taking the refilled glass and sinking half of it that in a single swallow.
"How did you make your displeasure known?" Tahiri asked.
Jaina's eyes flicked down towards the table before she replied "I slammed her into a wall." She said, her embarrassment radiating through the Force. "After delivering an ultimatum to her while Force choking her."
"You did that in front of Luke Skywalker while his son is in a coma, to his comatose son's girlfriend?" Tahiri asked, radiating her surprise into the Force, and barely keeping it off her face. "I'm surprised he let you get out of the room alive."
"So am I." Jaina responded. "I guess there is more of my grandfather in me after all than I would like to think there is."
"You were angry, Jaina." Jiido said, his melodious voice surprisingly soothing. "You weren't thinking straight."
"You think it that's all it was?"
"I suspect hormones may also have been involved."
"What?" She asked, confused.
"Your state isn't exactly innocuous." Jiido replied, smiling.
Her eyes narrowed, then she replied "what state?"
"You know what I'm talking about, Jaina." Jiido said, before Tahiri prodded him in the ribs.
"Oh, that." Jaina replied. "I wonder who told you about that." She said, her voice turning dangerous. "It wouldn't have been my husband, would it now?"
"I am not at liberty to disclose my sources." The pureblood replied, his face deadpan.
"I see." She replied. "I'll have to conduct the interrogation in my own good time. There shouldn't be too much trouble getting him alone." She finished the sentence with a carnivorous smile, although both of the other force-users could detect the humour in it.
~0~
By the time the medical team arrived, Luke and Jag had already shifted Vestara from the crumpled position she had landed in into the recovery position. As soon as the medics arrived, they stood back, in order to let the medics take over Vestara's treatment. a vitals monitors was placed on her left arm, before she was scooped onto a countergrav ball spinal board, strapped into it and rushed through to the medscanner.
When the medics returned, she was on a regular hovergurney, secured by a single strap around her waist.
"Master Skywalker," the older of the two men pushing the gurney greeted him. "She isn't particularly badly injured, although she appears to have reacquired her concussion in whatever Jedi accident she had." The man smiled, before continuing. "The neurological team would prefer you avoided any more accidents as emergency scans complicate their workload and paperwork."
"I understand, Doctor… Godera." Luke said, pausing after the man's title to allow his name to rise in the man's mind. It was a crude party trick, but he was on the Outer Rim, and therefore anything that re-established or reinforced the general perception of Jedi omniscience was a good idea, even if it felt more like showing off to him.
Instead of appearing suitably awed the man merely chuckled. "Still teaching showing off at the Academy, are they?" He asked, apparently totally unsurprised. "Was it the old 'scare the Outer Rimmer' routine by any chance?"
Instead of any outrage, Luke simply allowed his amusement to show. "You're right there." He stated." It still conventional wisdom to put the fear of Jedi retribution into anyone on the Outer Rim at any opportunity where the order is concerned."
"And that includes doctors, does it?"
"Sometimes." The Jedi master replied.
After depositing the trolley next to Ben's life-support chamber, the medics departed, still chuckling, and Luke resumed his meditations, trying to find a course of action in the force.
About ten minutes after her trolley had returned, Vestara began to stir, groggily swearing in the language Luke vaguely recognised as keshri. Although a linguist would have found the curse words intriguing, particularly with their verbal similarities to basic, Luke generally preferred it when people weren't swearing, so he got up and gave her a stim-shot.
After a few more mumbled swear words, she came to, and began fighting the strap holding her onto the gurney.
"Easy, Vestara." Luke said. "You've had another bang on the head."
After a few more moments she managed to groan out "sorry, Master Skywalker."
"There's nothing to be sorry for, Vestara. I've had words with Jaina."
Suddenly, and without any warning, Luke heard an insistent alarm sounding from the other side of the room, and without thinking, reached out into the force before using it to punch the panic button.