"No, not that. It's in my medpac. Yes, that."
Feena had her hand over the left knee of a very small, malnourished girl. Such a nasty infection. If it continued to spread, the limb could not be saved. This was what war did to people. It ruined lives, especially those that were too young to understand. She was so over it all. It was getting exhausting.
"There we go," she soothed as a nurse handed Feena a bottle, "Now this is not going to hurt a bit, okay? I promise. You just have to do something for me, alright?"
The girl nodded, but she looked terrified. She looked... like Feenas daughter. She couldn't have been that much older than her.
"You need to hold my hand tight and don't look away from my face for a minute, okay? Good girl."
When she felt the squeeze, Feena smiled, and sprayed the liquid onto the wound. There was a hissing sound as the green liquid sizzled through the infection. It would not fix the problem, but it was a start. Feena would have to go in herself and remove the bulk of the infection before even attempting healing.
That would hurt.
"You are doing so well. Keep squeezing my hand. Is your mommy here?"
The girl shook her head and pointed to the man waiting, looking at her through the glass door.
"Your Daddy?"
When the child nodded, Feena felt a little warmth behind her eyes. The sizzling stopped at last, bringing Feena back to reality.
"Okay. We're not done yet. I need you be be a brave girl, okay? This next part is going to hurt a little bit, but I will hurt a lot more if I don't do this. Do you want to hug mister snuggles?"
Feena held out a pink, fuzzy stuffed toy and the girl grabbed it as if it were the only thing in the Galaxy she had left. That toy was loosely based off of the one she had made for her daughter. Now Feena made as many as she could every time she did this, all of them named Mister Snuggles. Providing a small bit of comfort to the children she treated, well, it was the very least she could manage.
She replaced the gloves that she had been wearing for a fresh pair, and prepped the syringe.
"Alright, Sunshine," Feena soothed, holding the syringe behind her back as she approached the girl, "I need you to shut your eyes now. Do you know the Itsy Bitsy Tauntaun? Hum that with me, okay?"
She was a good girl, just like Felicity. She closed her eyes and hummed along with Feena, and she kept humming even after Feena poked her in the leg with the needle. She hummed until the very end, starting over each time the song ended, humming perfectly in time with the healer, until Feena at last broke the melody.
"There we are, almost done. You did such a good job."
Under her hand, flesh knitted itself back together. It would scar, but she would keep her leg.
"Okay, all done. You can open your eyes now."
The child did as she was told, and when she saw the scar, her entire face lit up. It didn't matter to her what it looked like. The pain was gone. She could go and play again. The child looked up at the healer and held the stuffed toy out for her to take back. Feena simply shook her head and the child instantly understood. This was for her. This was all for her and for little ones like her.
"Now, she will need to stay off of her feet until the anesthetic wears off," Feena instructed a nurse, "It will be sore for a few weeks, so I've written down her prescription right here. Be sure that her Father is aware of what we are giving her and how much she needs to take. Have nutrition bars brought to them too."
As the girl was lowered into a wheelchair and removed from the room to be with her father again at last, Feena watched. She didn't even notice how tired she was. Not until she went to take a step to receive her next patient and her legs gave out under her.
"I'm fine," she insisted almost immediately, pulling herself back up against the operating table before anyone could raise a fuss, "Just tripped. Clumsy me."