Kiskla Grayson-Matteo
Redeemer
Just moving this along so everyone can focus on the event. Thanks everyone, for all their help!
Kiskla's mentality was churning with abashed thoughts and focusing on her connection with Art of the Small. She could feel the cure being administered throughout her body, and when she closed her eyes she could see it on a microscopic level. The young woman shrunk her presence to the point where the was tiny enough to travel with her cells. Like Rianna and Leori had been doing, she guided them, altering what was poisonous to something constructive with the aid of the biotoxin. And as much as she hated to admit it, having water again was a wonderful aid.
There was silence (or maybe there wasn't, Kiskla was deaf to it anyway) in the tiny facility. She could feel Leori's aura working within her own, as she felt Rianna's. They were both masterful with their machinations and Kiskla was deeply appreciative. Slowly but surely, the poison was diminishing, reducing it's presence as if it were no longer there. Slowly being the operative word, though. This wasn't an immediate alteration, however. It had been a good two hours since the initial contact with the drill, and there was much more contortive pain that came with the solution than the problem. A helpful droid had come to blot her forehead more than once.
Quite a few hours later {4}...
There was a low humming noise that woke Kiskla up. With more agility than she'd had hours and hours ago, the woman moved to squeeze her blonde hair; matted with sweat. She had never really been asleep.
Dark lashes parted, baring her vision to a brilliant infiltration of light. Instinctively, she closed her eyes and drew her elbows together to cast a shadow and hissed at the intrusion. There was still a boiling in her blood, and she had to close her eyes once more to recall the events prior. She was in The Healer's Circle, and she had been brought here by a flight attendant. @[member="Leori Sheltrak"] and @[member="Rianna Organa"] had been assisting her all the while, and had brought in some sort of biotoxin. Yes. And then @[member="Marcello Matteo"] had shown up...
As she processed the events that had happened, Kiskla opened her eyes and looked at her arms at their 90 degree angle. Indeed, there was a needle that punctured her skin and looped back to a liquid hanging nearby. With a grimace, she moved to sit upright. Her core strained to support the movement, and it felt somewhat like her abs were going to rip right out. Slender fingers reached for the intrusive needle and plucked it from her arm, flicking it from her presence before reaching around for other things that were attached to her that she deemed no longer worthy. Because you know, she's a doctor.
She was feeling thousands of times better than she had just hours ago. In fact, she felt operational.
To a point.
She squirmed slightly, moving her legs to dangle over the edge of the bed in preparation to leave. This whole being a patient thing was not her scene. As she did so, she felt a painful reminder on her back, and reached behind her. During her unconscious state, someone had also taken the liberty to bandage her back where the Sith's lightsaber had cut through her skin and near her shoulder blade. A similar bandaging job was tightly displayed on the hand where the Vong Poison had entered her. With a slight groan, Kiskla's elbows were pressed into her thighs and she buried her face in her palms. Ah yes, the dizziness.
Despite the blur that encircled her, she knew what she had to say; even if she couldn't see who she was saying it to at the moment. She wouldn't have blamed them if they'd left her with a medical droid, and gone for a caf.
"Thank you."
