Chimalys Ianth walked swiftly down the corridor, heading for the last door in this hall. The Force-users who now composed the majority of Coruscant Central Hospital's patients had amazingly stubborn friends and relatives. Evicting them at the end of visiting hours seemed to have become her responsibility. Certainly, it was a job nobody else wanted.
The hospital had been overflowing with Jedi ever since this batch of patients had been brought in.
There were so many of the patients alone that at least half had still not been able to be removed from their odd stasis. Trying to do so too quickly, when these people were first discovered, had resulted in injury and even death in a couple of cases.
So now the doctors were being very careful. However, this meant there were thousands of Jedi and others still trapped in a coma-like state.
Some had not been matched to any records, even their names remaining unknown.
She sighed, running her pass through the scanner to get into the room. It was not that she had anything against Jedi. Actually, it was rather fascinating to get to know some of them as real people rather than pictures in the news.
However, those who were close to these Jedi patients tended to be Jedi themselves, and they were extremely difficult to convince to leave. Especially this next group. They were nearly impossible to remove, as she had learned over the past several months.
Three heads turned towards Dr. Ianth as she entered the room, wearing almost identical obstinate expressions.
Luke Skywalker was, of course, instantly recognizable. She wasn't sure how he knew the patient in this room—what was his name, Kinovee? There were so many names, it was hard to recall.
Then there were the others, who might have introduced themselves a while ago, but she didn't remember the names. One was rather frightening blond woman, maybe about twenty-five standard years old. The other, who didn't look a day over fourteen, was tall and awkward-looking, with long brown hair that hung past his shoulders. He was a Jedi, a Jedi Master in fact, which she knew only because she had had to deal with him when he was still a patient. That had been even more aggravating than this unpleasant task.
She looked at the group, seeing the determination in their eyes, and decided that this time they were unlikely to even listen to her arguments.
She didn't enjoy clearing them out, but sometimes there was no other choice aside from allowing them to set up camp permanently.
"It's time. Out with all of you!" She crossed her arms trying to give her sternest look. Actually, the doctor was rather touched by their devotion to their friend, but they would become insufferable if they knew it.
The odd group climbed to their feet and walked out of the door, muttering all the way. Leaning against the wall, Dr. Ianth smiled in relief.
Finally. The last ones, for today.