panacea
As much as Amani had wanted to be on the mission to recover Nida, her duties obligated that she be at the Halls of Healing. With how few in numbers they were, someone needed to stay behind and man the fort. That someone was naturally the Chief Healer. Begrudgingly, she entrusted the mission to her Jedi allies, and anxiously waited for word of their success. She could only anticipate that her services would be needed in the aftermath.
For her, it felt like an annoyingly long time until she heard anything. Worse yet, her work around the Halls was minimal during that span, having resorted to watering the plants and staring at the pleasantly painted walls (courtesy of Iris). Of all the times for Amani to seemingly run out of things to do, it seemed cruelly apt that it be now. But the strike team returned with Nida in tow, and despite an urge to celebrate, they also brought more work along with them.
"Who's up?"
"Jand Talo. Jedi padawan. Gunshot wound. Shoulder." The medical droid accompanying the Chief Healer droned off.
"Really?" Amani asked, surprised that she was even needed for the exam.
"Slug round."
Amani's eyebrows ticked up, "That'll do it." She stepped into the private room with the droid right behind her. It was quiet, and fashioned in a similar manner to the rest of the Halls. Soothing and meditative, rather than cold and clinical. "Hello Jand. Been a while," She offered him a smile, and the sapphire fastened around her neck seemed to pulse through the Force, as if in anticipation of its own use.
For her, it felt like an annoyingly long time until she heard anything. Worse yet, her work around the Halls was minimal during that span, having resorted to watering the plants and staring at the pleasantly painted walls (courtesy of Iris). Of all the times for Amani to seemingly run out of things to do, it seemed cruelly apt that it be now. But the strike team returned with Nida in tow, and despite an urge to celebrate, they also brought more work along with them.
"Who's up?"
"Jand Talo. Jedi padawan. Gunshot wound. Shoulder." The medical droid accompanying the Chief Healer droned off.
"Really?" Amani asked, surprised that she was even needed for the exam.
"Slug round."
Amani's eyebrows ticked up, "That'll do it." She stepped into the private room with the droid right behind her. It was quiet, and fashioned in a similar manner to the rest of the Halls. Soothing and meditative, rather than cold and clinical. "Hello Jand. Been a while," She offered him a smile, and the sapphire fastened around her neck seemed to pulse through the Force, as if in anticipation of its own use.