Gideon monitored Quinn's vitals for the third time that afternoon. The subtle medicinal beep that echoed in the room added to how claustrophobic Gideon was, heightening his irritation. He cleared his throat and peered at the monitor. Quinn hadn't woken up in two days, her breathing rapid and shallow. He cursed under his breath at the dark trooper—he'd specifically said alive to them, not half alive. He adjusted his sleeves with a serious face and roughly tapped the screen that was attached to her forearm. Dr. Pershing slipped in beside Gideon, assessing Quinn.
"She's still unconscious," Gideon said matter-of-factly. The doctor pushed his glasses further up his nose and avoided eye contact. Quinn's body shut down and was compensating for the malnutrition she was put through due to the lack of hospitality on the Captain's end, in addition to the head injury she sustained. She would make a full recovery but needed more time to rest. He knew better than to tell Gideon this, though.
The Doctor pulled out a large syringe from his bag and tapped it a few times to knock any air out of it. Within the liquid was a tracking device that would be implemented behind Quinn's ear, marking her with Imperial inscriptions. With the needle injected, the device slid smoothly underneath her skin and behind her ear, completely inconspicuous.
They stood beside each other and listened to the faint beeping from the monitor. Gideon walked to the head of the bed, grazing the back of his hand against Quinn's cheek. Her clammy face gave him no indication that she would wake anytime soon. Gideon scoffed and walked to the small window, crossing his arms, his impatience increasing.
After a few quiet minutes, there was a muffled alarm coming from the hallway of the clinic. Gideon turned to check on Quinn, but the noise was not due to her health monitor. A storm trooper walked through the door then.
"Sir, we have a problem."
Without questioning, Gideon snapped his fingers. The trooper holstered his blaster and walked around to the other side of the bench where Quinn lay. He picked her up roughly, following Gideon out of the clinic, the Doctor's concerned look going unnoticed. Gideon kept a quick pace as they made their way to the control room of the ship.
"Sir, shouldn't we get to the hanger?" The trooper said once they turned away from his ship.
Gideon stared ahead. "And bring her to them directly ourselves? I think not."