* Alone *

Corran Horn jumped upon the Errant Venture's deck, five feet without waiting for the boarding ramp to set down. Using the Force he landed with ease, but his conscious was less than at peace. At the sight of him, Jacen ran up to him as well as everyone else on the ship. Ignoring the Solo family, Corran didn't much let the others get near him. "Cilghal? I need Cilghal!" He screamed.

The Jedi Healer was already at his side rushing both him and the boy to her emergency medical rooms.

Once the three where their, Cilghal closed the doors and shut all the windows and visionary equipment, not wanting to worry anyone with the procedure. Turning around her heart sank in despair, but she dismissed the fact, knowing it was no time for sorrow. She had a life to save. However, the outlook already wasn't good.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to Corran. "Are you up to this?" She knew Corran to be very good and apt in aiding with medical surgeries before, and she didn't want to stress anyone else with the fear, though she should have known better. Anakin had been in his care, and of course any Horn would see one safely through till the end.

He was already sterilizing his hands. "You get started."