Scene 20 – Of All Sad Words of Tongue or Pen
Without a thought, Vacy found herself running as fast as she could back the way they'd come. Her satchel flopped at her side, but she scarcely noticed the pain from the strap tugging on her shoulder. "Is he all right? Did they capture him? Can you sense him at all, Arri? Where is he?" she begged between breaths.
The Jedi at Vacy's side shook her head. "I'm sorry, Vace, I wouldn't be able to tell – I barely know him, and with all these life signatures around even if I did it'd be difficult." They turned another corner, and just ahead was a figure lying motionless on the ground, a pool of spreading darkness beneath him.
Vacy ran to Corso's side, dropped to her knees and dumped the contents of her Darmas-bag out on the ground. She grabbed at the revitastiks, snapping one under his nose, but there was no response. She snapped the next one more carefully, shaking the dusty spores out as completely as possible, but Corso still didn't move. "What's wrong? Why isn't it working?"
Arri knelt down as well, and concentrated on her connection to the Force. Finally, she shook her head. "He lost a lot of blood, Vace. I'm sorry."
Vacy's eyes widened in disbelief. "No. No, you're wrong. You have to be wrong." She reached down, softly wiping some of the blood and grime from Corso's face. "You promised you were gonna stick with me," she murmured to him. "And you know how I am about promises. So I'm not gonna let you out of that one." She watched him for a few moments, but when nothing happened, her shoulders drooped. "C'mon, Corso," she whispered. "Open your eyes and look at me."
Arri sighed. Gently, she reached over and put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "He's not going to-"
"Shut UP!" Vacy's eyes were unusually bright. "Don't you dare try to tell me to calm down, or to be at peace with this, or-"
"Vacy." Arri's tone grew sharp. "I was saying, he's not going to get any better here. We can take him to the medbay on my ship."
Vacy blinked. "Wait. What?"
Arri rolled her eyes. "Forcefeathers, what kind of healer are you, anyway? He lost a lot of blood – that's why he's unconscious." The Jedi smiled at the smuggler. "It's a good thing you got here when you did, though, or he might've bled to death. He's stable, now."
Captain Vacy Fiorst tried to clench away the trembling in her lips, but when her friend pulled her into a reassuring hug, she gave up the attempt and just sobbed.