Disclaimer: I don't own SW and never will. I'm just playing with the characters.
Chapter Two
The doctors and nurses at Little Rock Hospital refused to believe it could be Thrawn whom they worked on. It was impossible after all for something unreal to become real, and it didn't make sense for the patient to be a Star Wars villain of the EU.
All refusal to see the blue skinned man as Thrawn was refuted when they had to perform x-rays on him. Everything was similar inside him, but very different from the human body. In fact, they were almost afraid to operate on him since he was an alien.
Anyway, he had a few broken ribs and a small compound fracture on his right forearm, splinters of bone poking out from the skin. He also had two degree burns in some areas from being blasted into the world of humans.
Ariah worked as hard as she could to pay for the tremendous hospital bill. It seemed instead of hiding in a corner because Mister Red Eye was earthbound, the hospital demanded higher price because Thrawn was 1) a Star Wars character and 2) an alien.
She didn't think it was fair. For two weeks she even asked charity for him. The first time had been a mistake when asking who her loved one was. Some people had read the Thrawn trilogy by Tim Zahn, and had either laughed or walked away when she said it was Grand Admiral Thrawn. Later, she ended up saying it was a random person she just wanted to help. It was better not to give details about "Oh, I found this blue alien from Star Wars laying on my porch. Y'know—the Imperial dude from the EU, Grand Admiral Thrawn. I'm asking for donations to pay the hospital bill, 'cause the doctors want to bankrupt me 'cause he's an alien. Yep."
It was slow collecting money, paying the medical insurance (being zapped into another dimension? How does one pay for that disaster?), and keeping record of her own bills which needed payment. Several times she called her mother and father to tell them about her rough situation, making sure not to tell them about Thrawn.
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Ariah Trin looked up from the book she was reading. Heir to the Empire. Thrawn had been an egotistical jerk, and heartless. So far she had encountered no warmth to his character in the books. Now she read them countless times, sometimes she stayed up reading the entire trilogy over and over again, trying to grasp his character fully.
Online people compared him to Adolf Hitler, Saddam Hussein, and Sherlock Holmes. She read debates on Star Wars fansites pertaining to his evil ways, and had been shocked and horrified to learn he had committeed genocide on an alien race, and had slaughtered many more innocent people. EU character Ysanne Isard, an evil director of Imperial intelligence, had called Thrawn a "terror of the Unknown Regions".
Scared at the prospect of this evil man residing in the nearest hospital, she had trouble going to sleep at night, and when she did he was oftentimes questioning her in that snake-voice of his. Or he was lazily pointing a finger at her, Rukh launching himself at her, assassin blade digging into her throat.
I'm scared of Shadows, she told herself for the hundredth time. She knew she was being paranoid, but she couldn't help it. She tried to tell herself that though Grand Admiral Thrawn was a heartless murderer, he wouldn't just kill or manipulate everyone in his way. Would he?
He got exiled from his people by trying to protect them, she told herself. No, the argument came, he was exiled because of his actions against an unkown aggressor. He's vicious!
She felt herself nodding off and fell asleep, dreaming of Thrawn aiming a pistol at her and coolly pulling the trigger…
She awoke in a sweat, grabbing the phone and calling the hospital.
"Everglade Hospital. How may I help you?" the receptionist said.
"May I talk to Dr. Milstan?" she asked, holding a hand over her fluttering heart.
Pause. Her heart felt as though it was doing acrobatic wonders behind her breastbone, doing crazy twists and somersaults.
"I'm sorry," the receptionist said. "He's not available at the moment. Would you like to leave a message?"
"Uh, yeah. I want an update on the alien I found. My phone number is," Ariah listed off her phone number, "Thank you."
"Thank you. Have a nice day!" Click.
She leaned back against the couch, glancing at the clock.
Three in the afternoon. She hadn't slept barely twenty hours throughout the week. It seemed like Thrawn had been haunting her for ages and not just this week.
At least it wasn't the Emperor I found.