Hush the Storms
Amber eyes opened wide, and her lips parted for air in a panic. Air was cycled into her lungs, a sensation that she didn't realize she would miss. Viers was unsure where she was; her hearts raced rapidly, which sounded an alarm. A woman's face appeared as she patted the tank, muffled words came through the glass, and Viers calmed down. Looking around, she found herself suspended in the gel-like liquid she had seen Kaska in. Hands moved along her slender frame, scars lingered where the blasters had torn through her, but she was alive.
Mechanical sounds echoed around the tank, and Viers looked up and saw that the pod's lid was being removed, and a pair of strong hands grabbed ahold of the bars that connected to the pack that was taped onto her back. A male nurse grunted as he lifted her out of the bacta and sat her on edge. He began to pull the mask and the wires off of her gently while cleaning her off.
There was something familiar about the grunting and the way she was lifted out of the bacta. Her memories were hazy, but she remembered someone lifting her from the ground. First, a woman's voice she recognized as the SICA troopers and then another she couldn't quite place. Still, she tried not to think about it too hard, knowing that his name would become real again when she thought about it.
The mask fell away, and Viers inhaled again; the sharp coolness of the air filled her lungs, and she did it again just to make sure. Her lips parted to speak, but nothing came out but a strained croak. "Don't speak, kid," The male Nurse responded as he finished cleaning her up and wrapped a gown around her sickly thin frame. "You were in there a while, got a lot of recovery still left." Viers nodded and allowed the man to carry her to a wheelchair that took her to another room. He left her alone, and she looked around to see where she was.
The room was a pure white, almost blinding her as she stared. A woman entered and drew a bath for the girl. The Nurse was gentle as she helped the Monk into the tub. It was warm, and Viers sighed contently for a moment - trying to forget everything that led up to this point. The woman didn't speak, allowing Viers to sink into her mind. Eyes carefully watched as attention was paid to each wound along her abdomen, arms, and back. As the Nurse began to clean her back, the girl shuddered when the Nurse gasped. Fingers traced along with the girl's brand, feeling the bumps of the material embedded into the symbol.
Looking over her shoulder, Viers' cold gaze told the Nurse to ignore it, and the cleaning continued down her back, following the scars from the fight and the network of black tattoos. When she was clean, Viers was taken down the ward; she stayed in the wheelchair as the Nurse did the paperwork before taking her to the room she was staying in. Glancing up, amber met deep crimson as Viers peered into one of the exam rooms.
Something familiar was in those eyes, but Viers' attention was pulled as the Nurse pushed her towards her room.
Mechanical sounds echoed around the tank, and Viers looked up and saw that the pod's lid was being removed, and a pair of strong hands grabbed ahold of the bars that connected to the pack that was taped onto her back. A male nurse grunted as he lifted her out of the bacta and sat her on edge. He began to pull the mask and the wires off of her gently while cleaning her off.
There was something familiar about the grunting and the way she was lifted out of the bacta. Her memories were hazy, but she remembered someone lifting her from the ground. First, a woman's voice she recognized as the SICA troopers and then another she couldn't quite place. Still, she tried not to think about it too hard, knowing that his name would become real again when she thought about it.
The mask fell away, and Viers inhaled again; the sharp coolness of the air filled her lungs, and she did it again just to make sure. Her lips parted to speak, but nothing came out but a strained croak. "Don't speak, kid," The male Nurse responded as he finished cleaning her up and wrapped a gown around her sickly thin frame. "You were in there a while, got a lot of recovery still left." Viers nodded and allowed the man to carry her to a wheelchair that took her to another room. He left her alone, and she looked around to see where she was.
The room was a pure white, almost blinding her as she stared. A woman entered and drew a bath for the girl. The Nurse was gentle as she helped the Monk into the tub. It was warm, and Viers sighed contently for a moment - trying to forget everything that led up to this point. The woman didn't speak, allowing Viers to sink into her mind. Eyes carefully watched as attention was paid to each wound along her abdomen, arms, and back. As the Nurse began to clean her back, the girl shuddered when the Nurse gasped. Fingers traced along with the girl's brand, feeling the bumps of the material embedded into the symbol.
Looking over her shoulder, Viers' cold gaze told the Nurse to ignore it, and the cleaning continued down her back, following the scars from the fight and the network of black tattoos. When she was clean, Viers was taken down the ward; she stayed in the wheelchair as the Nurse did the paperwork before taking her to the room she was staying in. Glancing up, amber met deep crimson as Viers peered into one of the exam rooms.
Something familiar was in those eyes, but Viers' attention was pulled as the Nurse pushed her towards her room.