Rancor Slam

Part 13

She woke up in a White room, under white sheets.

Out side the door were people moving, most were in white Jedi Robes.

Kir and Jak were asleep. They were lying on either side of her.

She wondered about that for a moment, How could two grown men fit of a bed with a woman without smooching her?

Then she felt a divide below her spine. They had two beds, of course.

But why did they need two beds? Why had she been asleep? Was she hurt? Had she slept all the way to Dagobah?

She couldn't remember why she had been asleep. She didn't know where she was, or who was with her. She sat up a little to look around. She felt pain trying to meddle its way into her mind. She shunted it aside. She wanted to know.

She saw Slee and Uun asleep in the Visitor's chairs at the foot of her bed. Vo sat on the floor, between them, his head against the wall. He, too, asleep.

What time is it? What Day is it? How long had I slept? The questions came to her again and, again, she had no idea as to how to answer them.

She looked toward the door and noticed it open. She blinked and looked at the door again.

It was raised, off the floor, and low, away from the ceiling. Like some oval floating in the wall. It had Dog-Ear latches, like on old Sea-Ships. Well, no, really like the hatches the Slip Stream's Jedi use on their Medical Cruisers. Why would she be on a Jedi Med-Cruiser?

Well obviously was hurt, sometime, somehow. She instinctively looked back toward the door. Vua was coming in, arguing quiet- but fiercely.

"…I'm telling you…she's awake…"

"How…tell…?…no evidence…"

"Vu-a?" She croaked, softly as to not wake her two sleeping men. Her voice was soft, dry but he turned and looked at her.

"Milady." He said softly.

He grabbed a glass of water off a passing Medicate-droid, and carried it toward her. He looked at Jak and Kir then he moved to the foot of the bed. He crawled up so her sat across her legs then held her up so that she could hold the cup.

She had to use both her hands to hold the drink and get it to her mouth. Her hands were shaking so bad she lost half of the small cup's contents onto her paper dress, onto Kir and Jak.

The both woke immediately and moved to help hold her up or help her support the cup.

She drank as much as her weary body told her it could hold at one time, then pushed it away and looked down at herself. Her three other Vong were standing watching helplessly.

What is wrong with our Lady? they were all looking at each other.

Kir moved off of his bed and pulled her onto it in one movement.

"Medic?" She asked.

A boy looking about half her age showed p at her side. "I'm Gif, Padawan-Apprentice to Master Healer Six. What can I do for you, Lady Cas?"

"Where am I?"

"You're on the Healing Star, in orbit above Dagobah."

She knew the ship; she'd been on it before. "How long have I been here?"

"You've been on the Star for two weeks. We've been over Dagobah for two hours."

She nodded. "How did I get here?"

"When we were leaving, on the last transport," Vua said. "The Commander you struck down threw a Razorbug at your back. It got you on the transport, but it hit something in your back."

"Yes." The young padawan said, his eyes half lidded. "You'd be crippled if your Jedi instincts hadn't kicked in. And sterile if your Jak wasn't holding a care package." He raised his eyebrows at her.

"I'll just say, it entered low on one side and ate its way through to the other. Very messy. So if things aren't working at their best for awhile," He smiled gesturing to her hands. "It's to be expected."

"When can I leave? When can I go home, to Dagobah?"

"Padawan Quwil is down on the Planet, with your other apprentices and Guards men, getting your House prepped for your arrival, they insisted that you'd be up and about before it was time for you all to leave again."

He smiled. It was the kind of doctor smile she had always wanted to rip of their faces. "This is the first time we've had less than ten people in here. I don't want to imagine what would have happened if you hadn't awoken."

"I'm remembering…" She looked at Vua. "How many Witches did we loose?"

"Thirty, dead. Twenty injured, fifteen of which had been planning on going to the other continent but the healers wouldn't clear them to go that far. So, according to the Padawans, you have a very full House."

"Speaking of which," She looked at the medic, "when can I go to my House?"

"Once we have your medications bottled, we'll release you. A supply shuttle is supposed to go dirtdown in thirty minutes. I'll make sure your all on it. I don't want to see your people come back up here, protesting us keeping you when after the first time you really woke up. Your clothes are in the closet, I think you have enough help to get dressed. I'll go get your meds."

Once the boy was gone Cas looked around the room. "Males out." She glared at them all, to make sure they didn't protest. Jak sighed. He tapped Vua and Kir on their respective shoulders and then left with Vo bringing up the rear.

Slee moved to get her clothes and Uun came over to help her pull the paper gown away. After a few bumps, laughs, and mumbled apologies, Cas was dressed.

It wasn't long after that she discovered she had limits as to how much she could do. How far she could walk and such. After a few negotiations, she agreed to let Kir carry her.

But only on the condition she got to walk when she saw her Padawans.

With only limited help from Uun and Slee, the only two possibly short enough for her to lean on, comfortably, without her feet leaving the ground.