An Oath (Solo Thread)

[Salacious Vexx]

Sienn Ch'sei rushed through the small hospital on Nar Shadaa, her mind focused only on arriving in the ER as quickly as possible. "Make a hole!" Her voice rang out as the hallway filled with with doctors, how many, what they were doing, she didn't really care. The various white clad beings gasped as they plastered themselves to the wall as the blue skinned Twi'lek rushed by, the mint green scrubs just a blur.

Sienn arrived in the emergency wing, the hacking sound of someone vomiting filling her ears. The Twi'lek's first thought was that there was some sort of disease, that she needed to begin quarantine. Her eyes found the source of the retching sound, one of her co-workers, bent over some poor Gonk droid, face buried into the walking trash can's top.

Cautiously, Sienn approached the other nurse, "Kiya. What's going on. Is it a virus?" The human gave one last hacking cough and lifted her head out of the droid, and shook her head, the back other hand wiping the corner of her mouth of the sickly fluids. "N-no...nothing like that." she said, out of breath, "Just go look."

 

[Salacious Vexx]

The Twi'Lek moved towards the bed which he friend had pointed out, a curtain separating it from the rest of the ward. She pulled aside the light fabric and looked into the makeshift room, and immediately, she wanted to have the same reaction Kiya just had. It felt as if all the food from she'd eaten in the last week wanted to come back up and threatened to choke her. She fought the urge, the salty taste in her mouth, and stepped into the room. This had to be the one.

One the cot lay a single man, oddly silent given his condition. Even then it was as if a cacophony of noise pierced her ears, despite no noise coming from him. A crimson skinned Zabrak lay across the cot, his wounds clearly evident, marked by the very lack of his limbs. The cauterized flesh still stank, the stumps left behind, barely enough to repair anything at all. But that wasn't what had induced the vomiting sensation she'd just experienced. It was the rolling waves of pain, anguish, fear, and hate that filled the air around him. It would've made even a droid feel sick.

 

[Salacious Vexx]

Again, the Twi'lek had to fight back the bile that was building in her throat. She had work to do. The woman stepped back out of the make shift curtain rooms for a moment, retrieved a face mask, put that over her mouth and nose, grabbed a pair of rubber gloves, and snapped those into place before walking into the operating area. The doctor motioned for the woman to come over and assist him, "Here." he said, handing Sienn a pair of tongs holding what appeared to be badly damaged flesh, "Put that somewhere and hand me the scalpel."

Together the two worked at slowly cutting and removing and peeling back the most damaged pieces of burnt flesh from the man's...stumps. Every cut they made illicit cries, those that reminded one of a wounded animal, from the Zabrak. When Sienn's eyes began to water, she'd turn away and begin to take deep breaths, willing herself not to vomit. The doctor on the other hand seemed completely at ease, were it not for the beads of sweat which formed on his forehead as he worked. It wasn't the operation that was making him nervous though...

 

[Salacious Vexx]

Hours passed as the two worked at the patient. After the first hour and a half, a droid had finally arrived to assist them. "Where the feth have you been?" the doctor had said, "Nevermind, just hear, help us out." Nearly four more hours had elapsed before the last of the damaged skin had been grafted over with other, healthier pieces from other places of the Zabrak's body. What was left was a quilted patch of a man, an even angrier red tone to his body than what had been before. A relieved sigh left the two organics as the droid stared on before eventually turning and leaving to attend to some other patient. The doctor left wordlessly, but Sienn, she stayed.

The woman stared at the Zabrak, nothing but a torso and a head now. She pitied him. What had he done to deserve this? What kind of pain would he suffer in the future....to her surprise the Zabrak turned his head, and his eyes met hers. She thought the man was still under anesthesia. She took a step back and stopped. She'd never been afraid before. The fear that gripped her heart...what was it for? Shaking herself of the sensation the woman stood tall once more and stared back into the man's eyes. Full of malice, hate, all for her. He hated that she helped save him.

 

[Salacious Vexx]

Sienn took one step forward. Then another. Standing at the head of the bed, she looked down at the man, the one that had terrified her so, despite having no power. But now? She saw he really was just a pitiful thing. She could tell that once, he'd been powerful, a terrifying thing to behold. Yet it'd all been stripped away in mere instances. The woman took a seat, at the edge of the bed and looked at the man, his facial features, the tensed muscles of his jaw, the veins just slightly defined in his neck, his pulse beating through the crimson skin. Even now he fought and raged against the galaxy.

"What's your name?"