Eshtaol
Crimson On Her Side
CORUSCANT
S.E.M.C.
She didn't think of Coruscant as a home in any real sense of the word. It was simpler to stay moving wherever possible, one place to the next without pause. But she was familiar with the planet, if only thanks to work. When she needed something she couldn't find on her ship or the nearest planet in orbit, Coruscant was the first place she'd think of.
And right now, she needed a doctor.
The healer had said her arm would hold up until she could get it looked at. She'd been- well, if not fine, then passably alright until they both could get to safety, and although she could've found somewhere to get her arm checked on Zeltros the smuggler was in something of a hurry to be elsewhere. Her arm was still holding up when she reached Coruscant--if it had been anything easier to ignore, Saoirse would likely be doing just that. But piloting was difficult with a broken arm. As were, well. Most things.
It was late, and the Agua district was dark save for the rows of streetlights. Saoirse couldn't remember where she'd heard recommendations of the Sou Emergency Medical Center, only that it was nearby and reputable enough an establishment. Truth told, nearby was all she needed to know.
Quietly and with a definite jumpiness to her demeanor, Saoirse Flynn entered the SEMC and made a beeline for the reception. The woman behind it was uncannily talkative, more so than Saoirse was this late into the night (or any time, really). Passing a form across the top of the desk, she wished the brunette a good evening.
All things considered, she supposed it was.
S.E.M.C.
She didn't think of Coruscant as a home in any real sense of the word. It was simpler to stay moving wherever possible, one place to the next without pause. But she was familiar with the planet, if only thanks to work. When she needed something she couldn't find on her ship or the nearest planet in orbit, Coruscant was the first place she'd think of.
And right now, she needed a doctor.
The healer had said her arm would hold up until she could get it looked at. She'd been- well, if not fine, then passably alright until they both could get to safety, and although she could've found somewhere to get her arm checked on Zeltros the smuggler was in something of a hurry to be elsewhere. Her arm was still holding up when she reached Coruscant--if it had been anything easier to ignore, Saoirse would likely be doing just that. But piloting was difficult with a broken arm. As were, well. Most things.
It was late, and the Agua district was dark save for the rows of streetlights. Saoirse couldn't remember where she'd heard recommendations of the Sou Emergency Medical Center, only that it was nearby and reputable enough an establishment. Truth told, nearby was all she needed to know.
Quietly and with a definite jumpiness to her demeanor, Saoirse Flynn entered the SEMC and made a beeline for the reception. The woman behind it was uncannily talkative, more so than Saoirse was this late into the night (or any time, really). Passing a form across the top of the desk, she wished the brunette a good evening.
All things considered, she supposed it was.
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