Apocalypse

by Wendymypooh

A virulent virus has wiped out millions. No families are exempt from losing members, including the Solo-Skywalker Clan. Goshyn Maul/Desmarin were created by my friend Andre/Novaguyver Alexxa Skywalker was created by my friend Sarah/DivineDivinity.-Bits and pieces of scenes between Alexxa and her younger half-brother Ben were co-written between me Sarah and me. Some scene

10. Chapter 10

Awakening

Goshyn lay in a still, feverish state upon his bed in the medical center. His closed eyes moving rapidly under his eyelids. His fever spiked higher, and his body began to convulse. The spasmodic movements jarred the wires and tubes attached to him, and alarms began to shriek all around him.

"It's Goshyn!" Cilghal exclaimed as she hurried down the corridor, almost colliding with one of her assistants, as she hastily entered the large room where all five Mauls were receiving medical care. Two more medics were visible as the door slid open, revealing their frantic movements as they tried to stabilize the Jedi's thrashing body.

"Hold him down!" Cilghal's ordered two of the younger medics. "He mustn't be allowed to hurt himself." She placed her hand on his forehead and poured healing energy into Goshyn's body, hoping to calm it down. "His fever is rising." she murmured and cast a wary look around at her assistants.

The last stage then. All patients, no matter the race, had gone through what the medics called the Fire Stage by now. They burned up, their bodies cramped, most of the time breaking bones in the process, their hearts raced way too fast, their presences' in the Force flared up one last time and then...it was an internal battle. In the end it came down to the individual, their inner strength. From then on the medics were helpless. Everything depended on the patient's will to live, and on the strength he or she had left. Sometimes the bodies were just too drained to keep fighting.

The Jedi Master sighed deeply, her big eyes focused thoughtfully on Goshyn's still form. Gently wiping the sweat off his forehead, she looked up to see Jaina Solo swaying a few steps from her husband's reaching out to steady the other woman she made calming noises in the back of her throat at the panicked expression on the younger
Jedi's face.

With gentle determination the Master Healer pushed Jaina into a seat next to the bed of her husband. "I do not need to remind you that you should remain in your own bed, Jaina Solo-Maul." her voice held no reproach though, only a wary sadness. Her fingers squeezed Jaina's shoulder for a moment, letting some energy of her own flow into
her. "Try not to overdo it."