Chapter 12: Sedation

Although technically sterile, the smell was disgusting. She truly had no idea where she was or how she'd gotten there. She noticed that she'd crossed her ankles and held them firmly together. It was a Cathar instinct that she didn't understand but it brought her comfort in that moment. She tried opening her eyes but it took much longer than she would've hoped for her to actually be successful. The aggressiveness of the light in the room made it hurt when she eventually opened her eyes. She slowly came out of the cushioned confines of her mind and into reality once again. She remembered something, that her Master was in danger. "Master?" She could hear how weak she sounded. She tried again with a bit more power. Her breathing slowly sped up as she looked around her. It was a medical centre but whether it was republic or separatist, she had no clue. She knew she needed to find Master Plo. She had to make sure she hadn't failed again. Her body tingled with something between numbness and pain but it was responsive enough to do what it needed to. She pushed herself up and clenched her jaw at the way the tingling burnt her more and more. Still, she persisted. She managed to sit up and hang her legs off of the bed. She noticed that she wasn't in her Jedi robes anymore. Instead she was in a red top and matching pants. Both were a bit big on her, which stopped them from contributing to the pain. She went to remove the wires that connected to machines she assumed were monitors of sorts. She paused for a second, realising their alarms would go off. If she was in a separatist medical centre, then alerting them that she was awake would screw her over big time. She clenched her eyes closed and let out a shaky breath as she made the Force do as she wished. The monitors shook a little before losing power but no alarms had gone off. She took the wires off and stood up from the bed. She wanted to scream at the initial shock of the additional pain. It was really beginning to hit her and she couldn't help the tears that clouded her vision and quickly fell. She was thankful to whatever idiot had left her lightsabers in the room and she grasped them. She let the feeling of the cool metal against her palms ground her for a moment before getting out of the blindingly white room.

Wolffe had left Doryn's room to get food. He'd annoyed the medics enough to know that she showed no signs of waking up soon. Her physiology was close enough to a human's for them to be confident that she wouldn't wake up for at least another 2 days and they told Wolffe to go back to his barracks to get real sleep. He could barely bring himself to leave her for long enough for him to eat, so getting decent sleep wasn't going to happen. He was glad that he'd stood by his decision when he came to the corridor her room was on and found her half walking, half swaying. She had her lightsabers in her hands and her arms shook from how tightly she held them. He ran up and held her to ensure she didn't fall. "Wolffe?" She sounded so weak and he hated it. It wasn't like when she'd let herself be weak in his arms, this was her trying her hardest to stay strong. "I'm right here." He said to comfort her. As soon as she'd had a chance to process the words, her tensed muscles relaxed a little. He felt her willingly lean into him. Although she didn't have much of a choice, it brought Wolffe some solace that as soon as she knew for sure that it was him she let herself rely on him. As much as he worried about her, his mind kept slipping back to the lightsabers in her hands and how close to his head they would be if he were to carry her back to bed. She was just about standing, so he knew he'd have to carry her but he still hesitated. He wanted to have the entirety of his focus to be on her but still managed to fail at such a simple task. He removed a blaster from one of the holsters on his kama and made sure the safety was on before wedging it between the front of his armour and the well fitting belt. He was surprised that when he took the lightsabers from her that she gave them so willingly. Once in his hand, the lightsabers quickly were placed in the free holster. He found that now his attention was on her and only her instead of possibilities of her lightsabers accidentally activating. He finally scooped her into his arms as he had only a few nights before. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. "Ner mesh'la di'kut." He mumbled to himself as he took her back to her room and laid her on the bed. She'd already started to fall asleep before Wolffe had had the chance to call over a medic.

Her eyes slowly opened again. "W-Wolffe?" She saw his head raise when she said his name. He'd been hunched over when she'd woken up and she thought he may've been meditating. Only after disturbing him, she realised he'd actually been sleeping. If his warmth hadn't been so comforting, she may've felt the guilt a bit more. "What do you need?" His voice and face were so obviously softened. She hoped it was what relief looked like on him but she figured it wasn't for her, even if she wanted it to be. He reached over to the call button and pressed it before putting one of his hands on hers. He let his thumb drag across the back of her hand and she felt the movement of the fur parting for him. "Master Plo." Doryn's voice was stronger on her Master's name than it had been on his.

"Not even injured." Wolffe, in a way, understood her worry for the General. That being said, it wasn't an excuse for how recklessly she'd acted. "He's alive?" Her tone rose as if it was a genuine question. Wolffe couldn't understand how she only seemed to put value on the General's life. If he were being honest, it got on his nerves. "You're lucky to be alive." He snapped at her. He let his face return to its normal scowl and his tone hardened. "What the kriff were you thinking? Are you stupid?" He almost bore his teeth at her before catching himself and closing his mouth. He saw the anger build in her features but she held back it behind her eyes as the medic entered.

After checking her over and asking some questions on how she felt, the medic told her she was banned from both going into the field and training for a while and that she wasn't allowed to lift anything heavy. "So I can't throw him down the stairs?" She asked with complete seriousness, even when she gestured toward Wolffe with her eyes. "You're just full of bad decisions." He grumbled and crossed his arms. It would've been hot if it wasn't technically an insult. Though, even that could be thrilling in the right context. "Oh I'll show you a bad decision." He looked over at her with a slightly tilted head and raised an eyebrow as if encouraging her. As if he was saying, 'go on then'. It was always the eyebrow on the side with his real eye. She'd noticed that the one on his scarred side seemed to not be fully under his control. It was as if a muscle had been partially severed and poorly reattached. She was sure that he didn't realise how expressive he was with his eyebrows when he spoke with the difference between the subconscious movements and the conscious movements. She tried to sit up, to show the idiot Wolffe what for. She noticed that he looks toward the medic that pushed her back down to the bed. "You need to rest, Miss. Ror." She should've listened to the trained professional but the smirk that appeared on Wolffe's face at her getting bossed about was too infuriating for her to stand back. "Hut'uun." She tried to make her voice sound as harsh as possible. She tried to imitate how she'd heard a shiny call his brother one. She was pleased by how Wolffe's face gained an even darker look. Just the reaction she'd been hoping to raise out of him. He stood and got close to the bed, as to menacingly tower over her. "You don't know what you've just said, little lady." He was technically right. She'd heard it and inferred from context that it was calling the person pathetic for not doing something. At least, that's how it seemed when the shiny folded and flirted with her after being called one. "I know exactly what I said, hut'uun." She lied with emphasis on her new favourite insult. She wanted a fight. Not just because it was Wolffe, although that was a compelling factor. She wanted to smack him into taking back calling her an idiot. "Please could we remain calm." The medic said in a shaky voice that did nothing to hide his nervousness. Both Wolffe and Doryn's angry expressions snapped toward the poor guy. "Go kriff yourself." Doryn responded.

"Butt outta it." Wolffe said at the exact same time as Doryn shouted at the man, though Wolffe was a little louder. He noticed Ryn sit up and try not to let the sharp breath be too obvious. He had to remind himself that as angry as he was that she had been so ready to kill herself, she was injured. She was in pain and remembering that made him want to care for and cherish her.

"Ryn, no. You're in pain." He tried to encourage her to lay back down with a gentle hand. She didn't take well to it. "Pathetic excuse." She growled in response. Then she bit his hand. He honestly couldn't process what she was doing or think to question her before the medic sedated her. Wolffe quickly reached for the back of her head as the medic had made no clear intention of not letting her flop down by herself. The already scared medic learned the wrath of Wolffe.