Kurt Meyer
Let Me Push That Button
The Messa
[member="Kaileann Vera"]
"I don't know, mom." Kurt said quietly into the receiver, his lips thinning as he took in a deep breath. "I just don't know."
He tried to keep quiet as much as he could, his face etched with lines of despair and desperation.
It had been only a day since Kaile's injuries on Bimmisaari, the wounds she'd sustained there and what she'd lost still weighing heavily on her. Kurt's own hand was still injured of course, but the pain of it was almost completely and entirely forgotten in the face of what his best friend was going through. He had managed to get them off of the planet, fearing that the Imperials would soon be visiting in full force. Luckily they had managed to escape any such thing but now Kurt had no idea what else to do.
So he'd done what anyone else would, called his parents.
First he'd woken Kaile up in the refresher of course, pulled her up and gently got her to her bed. He'd left tea at her side and a small bit of toast, though he knew that she likely wouldn't touch either. After that he'd stayed besides the door of her bedroom, waiting, listening, checking now and again to see if she was asleep. It was a torturous kind of pain, knowing someone so close was in so much pain.
Kurt frowned slightly and shook his head.
"Come on home, we'll take care of you both."
His mother spoke softly and Kurt nodded. He didn't know what else to do. Kaile was as much his family as anyone else, and right now...right now he didn't know where else to turn. Tatooine was home, his mother and father were there, the food was better, and the medical center set up by Arceneau Trade could check on Kaile. It was his best move, the only one that he could actually think of. "Alright."
Kurt said quietly. "I'll talk to you in a bit."
He said goodbye and shut off the terminal, taking a deep breath and standing up from his chair. He let the air free from his lungs, then slowly made his way into The Messa's kitchen before heading towards Kaile's room.
[member="Kaileann Vera"]
"I don't know, mom." Kurt said quietly into the receiver, his lips thinning as he took in a deep breath. "I just don't know."
He tried to keep quiet as much as he could, his face etched with lines of despair and desperation.
It had been only a day since Kaile's injuries on Bimmisaari, the wounds she'd sustained there and what she'd lost still weighing heavily on her. Kurt's own hand was still injured of course, but the pain of it was almost completely and entirely forgotten in the face of what his best friend was going through. He had managed to get them off of the planet, fearing that the Imperials would soon be visiting in full force. Luckily they had managed to escape any such thing but now Kurt had no idea what else to do.
So he'd done what anyone else would, called his parents.
First he'd woken Kaile up in the refresher of course, pulled her up and gently got her to her bed. He'd left tea at her side and a small bit of toast, though he knew that she likely wouldn't touch either. After that he'd stayed besides the door of her bedroom, waiting, listening, checking now and again to see if she was asleep. It was a torturous kind of pain, knowing someone so close was in so much pain.
Kurt frowned slightly and shook his head.
"Come on home, we'll take care of you both."
His mother spoke softly and Kurt nodded. He didn't know what else to do. Kaile was as much his family as anyone else, and right now...right now he didn't know where else to turn. Tatooine was home, his mother and father were there, the food was better, and the medical center set up by Arceneau Trade could check on Kaile. It was his best move, the only one that he could actually think of. "Alright."
Kurt said quietly. "I'll talk to you in a bit."
He said goodbye and shut off the terminal, taking a deep breath and standing up from his chair. He let the air free from his lungs, then slowly made his way into The Messa's kitchen before heading towards Kaile's room.