The worst wound was the blast to his side. She knew that had to be the one she treated first, before all the rest, if she was going to save him. Her eyes ran over the burnt patches of skin she could see through the holes in his clothes, making a mental list. Side first, then his leg, shoulder and then-

Her fingers traced, careful, over the diagonal burn across his face. Not threatening to his life, but also important.

She let her mind go as fast as it needed, her hands only barely able to follow her thoughts. Cool the burns, disinfect, cut away any burnt clothing, try to make sure bones and organs were intact. Her hands had been shaking since the moment she was taken, but when she focused on the task at hand they held steady.

She took the instant ice packs and hit them against her leg to activate, shuffling through the bag for anything else she could use. It was well stocked, as she noted before, but she would still have to make due with some shortcuts. Scissors are next, and she spared a quick look at his features before cutting through the fabric that could get in her way. He wouldn't be happy, if he woke up, but at least he would be alive.

As soon as the ice packs are completely cold she pressed them to each wound, two to his side, and took a second to think. Were these lightsaber wounds? She hadn't heard of anyone using one since the last days of the empire. Hopefully they could be healed just as any burn or she could be in trouble.

Alya swallowed down her growing unease about her new patient, leaning forward to check his ribs. A blast at the right angle could effortlessly break bone, and a broken rib could cause a whole host of other problems she'd need to deal with. She pulled away the fabric, careful to make sure it wasn't stuck to any burnt skin, looking for any visible bruising. Without thinking, she reached forward to press gingerly where she can she the bottom of his rib cage. Her fingers barely just make contact with skin when a sudden prickling sparks up the back of her neck and she jumps back.

His eyes were open and looking at her, arm raised as if he had taken a swing.

For a second she thought that he might not be as young as she first thought, but then his hand shot out towards her and a pressure took hold of her throat. It was a jedi trick, she knew, but he did not look like a jedi.

She began to think that would be the end, the man she tried to save strangling her with the force, when he attempted to sit up. The rush of pain, she knew there would be a lot, seemed to knock the wind out of him enough for her to take a breath.

"You can't sit up, you're injured."

For a moment he doesn't seem to care about her words, but she watched as his hands shook with the effort and soon he had no hold over her. Even from a distance she could hear his breaths rattling in his chest and see how his face twisted in pain at every inhale. Even if she was certain he was a dangerous man to keep alive, she was also certain she couldn't let him die.

"You need to keep still," she used her most gentle voice, she didn't want another attack, "you could make it worse."

His hand falls, but his eyes stay open and watching her. When she stepped forward he didn't stop her, or attempt to strangle her again, so she continued forward to check his ribs. He didn't trust her, she couldn't blame him, but he at least let her do her work.

Her fingers pressed against the skin again, her eyes glancing to his to gauge his reaction.

"If this hurts, if it's hard to breathe, it means you have bruised or broken ribs. It means no moving."

There isn't much response, only a twitch of his features that she can't read. It's good because with him staring at her her nerves had come back, and she hoped he wouldn't just outright kill her for talking out loud.

"The real problem is the burn here, I'm going to have to disinfect it and that's going to hurt. About as much as getting it, but the others shouldn't need too serious care."

She took the disinfectant spray from the med pack and looked down at him, already grimacing. "Do you want anesthetic? It's going to hurt."

Honestly, she didn't expect a response, already moving to dig around for it, and his voice startles her.

"No. I don't need it."

"Really." She tried to sound sincere, but it was a spectacular failure.

His jaw tightened and his eyes moved to the ceiling above their heads. It was a move she'd seen many times by people who didn't want to see what was about to happen to them. She didn't want to see it either, but she didn't have much choice.

"Alright, it's your decision I guess."

He didn't want a warning and she didn't give him one, moving quick and spraying the disinfectant over every inch of charred skin. What managed to surprise her, as she moved to grab a few packs of clean cloth, was that he didn't make a sound. The muscles tensed around the wound, and she watched his jaw work as pain rolled over his features, but no noise. It was commendable. She'd treated grown men who boasted about being tough and cried as much as any child. But then it also made her wonder what had happened to him in the past that made this seem easy to bear.

Even in his silence, the pain was wearing him down. It had nothing to do with personal will or strength, his body was just taking in all the rest it could to heal. She watched his eyes droop as she pressed the linen to his wound, and she had a feeling he would be out for a while at least. Hopefully long enough for her to patch the rest of him up before the red haired man from before came back to check on them.

In comparison to the hole nearly blasted into his side, the other injuries were almost easy. The same routine: cold pack, disinfectant, clean cloth compress to slow any bleeding. Each time she worried her patient would wake up in the same fashion as before, but he stayed still and quiet.

And after it was done, her arms and front covered in blood, she just wondered what happened next. What would they do with her now?

Hello it's your friendly neighborhood author here! I don't normally do authors notes, but I did want to touch on a few things. Mostly that I am no doctor, and all my information is coming from my nurse friend and google, so excuse anything that doesn't make sense. Also trying to bridge modern medicine with the Star Wars universe has been tricky so please have patience there as well. Lastly, I know I do have some trouble with my tenses. I reread every chapter at least twice but I still miss things. Be kind! I try to update twice a week so please tell me how I'm doing, all your thoughts, what you'd like to see in the future, and any comments questions or concerns.