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The Corellian Patient

Location: Undisclosed
SIS Agent: Allyson Locke; Codename Lucky

Few weeks prior

[Distress signal located, coming in close, one figure, read out code name “Lucky”]

[Aye Sir, found her. Picking up]

A shuttle appeared near the floating body of the SIS agent who had blown the station from the inside. The battle still raged around them, still forces were now evacuating either side claiming a loss or a win. If the Galactic Alliance won, then Allyson was missing out on a cold one. One that a certain SIS Agent owed her. To the rest of them, minus Deacon she was dead. The others taking the small sacrifice as a chance to escape. Today they were going to drink with their comrades and thank the force they didn’t perish.

Two figures tethered out of the shuttle and grabbed the cold body of Allyson Locke. They pulled her in and quickly began to work. She was thrown into a decompression chamber and while they sped through the hyperlanes, she was treated with bacta and other lifesaving treatments. Her armor thrown aside, Allyson couldn’t only remember spots of the trip along with the whispers that she might not make it.

The last thing she saw before she was put into a coma, was the brightest light. She wondered if this was that so-called light, the one that lead you to the promised land people spoke of. Was this the end of it all? Did she not keep her promise?

Present Day

The room was dim and she was alone. The high security hospital was on a disclosed planet and the Agency contracted only the best doctors to aid in the recovery of their agents. Today, the hired [member="Hazel Zanteres"] to care solely for Allyson Locke. Figures moved about the room – checking vitals among other things. Allyson hadn’t woken up yet from the medical induced coma and a few weeks had passed since she had arrived.

Today though, she would open her eyes and wake up from the continuous dreams of a girl with blonde hair and eyes as bright and orange as the smolder of a flame. The woman half expected to see this blonde girl – especially after what had occurred in the dreams. They had to mean something, right?
 

Hazel Zanteres

The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
One would imagine that over the years Hazel would've got to a point where nothing would surprise her anymore. And yet here she was, surprised to find herself in the middle of a Galactic Alliance hospital, charged with overseeing the care of one of their SIS agents.

Naturally she wasn't told everything, certainly not every detail on one Allyson Locke beyond her cirumstances; what had led to her current situation. That was just the nature of the business, and Hazel didn't make a fuss about it provided it wasn't something involving her well being. She was familiar enough with how governments worked when it came to their shadows, similiar to how the Republic use to run theirs back in the day.

It was also tricky for her to be away from Monastery right now, given the shake up that had happened there. But as much she wasn't going to let the Sacred Lotus flounder, there was only so much she could tackle at one time before it drove her to madness. That, and she wasn't going to let someone in need of her help, go without. No matter if that meant she remained in that one place for weeks.

Ultimately though the Hapan had little to do since she arrived. The current doctor's that had been taking care of her had done a splendid job, with Hazel only really needing to adjust certain things that were not completely correct. Ultimately though, her actual job here was to care and see to the agent's recovery once she was awoken. There was no doubt in Hazel's mind that the younger woman had likely suffered damage to both her lungs and brain as a result of her actions.

She's damn lucky to have survived.

That was the thought that had lingered in the Hapan's mind since she had learned of the state Allyson had been found in.

"Doctor Zanteres, she's beginning to wake." One of the other doctor's had spoken up, breaking the Hapan free from her thoughts. She peered over to one of the machines Allyson was hooked up to, and saw it was steadily beeping, signalling that the agent was beginning to stir from her medically induced coma.

With a nod, Hazel; dressed in her usual work attire, stepped from her original position and made her way over to Allyson's bedside.

[member="Allyson Locke"]​
 
The room was unfamiliar and Allyson continued to peer around. She was trying to file through her mind trying to figure out what she had done to get herself in this situation. Nothing rang a bell, the last thing she remembered was flying to Borleias to get a droid repaired by some girl who was rather talented at it and had very good prices. Allyson wondered what happened on the planet, she remembered the girl – her face and that she found her attractive. Yet, the memories of what happened after their meeting became the dreams and she couldn’t place her name.

There was scrambling out her door and she tried to sit up. As she moved there was a pain that shot through her and she instantly sipped back down onto her back. What the kark had happened to her?! Allyson stared at the ceiling and then back towards the door, where her sights settled on a blonde woman, one that looked uncannily like the woman in her dreams. Allyson couldn’t stop herself from staring. She was caught so much in seeing the doctor – she needed to know if this was the woman…oh yeah and what the heck happened to her. [member="Hazel Zanteres"]
 

Hazel Zanteres

The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
The moment she had entered the room, Hazel noticed the patient's eyes were immediately on her. It was admittedly somewhat discomforting to just have someone staring at you rather intensely, but Hazel was ever the professional and kept that concealed as she walked up to the bed.

Once she was closer to Allyson, the Hapan could practically see the questions bubbling beneath the surface. Internally, Hazel steeled herself for what was to follow. This certainly wasn't her first rodeo when dealing with potential amnesia, but then no two patients were ever the same when it came to the matter.

It was always a tricky thing to navigate. So it was best to start with something easy.

"Good morning Miss Locke, I am Doctor Zanteres." She gave Allyson a warm smile. "How are you feeling?"

[member="Allyson Locke"]​
 
Allyson stared at the doctor. It took her a moment to blink, but she eventually did. Reality and her dream world were mixing and the girl didn't know which was which. When she was in the coma, the dreams she had were vivid. She could feel the touch of the woman who visited her dreams, she could smell her and everything was just so real. Yet, now she felt this was real, the pain she felt coursing through her felt real enough. Her eyes snapped away from the doctor and a blush showed against her pale cheeks.

“Everything hurts.” It was the truth, but why did this doctor look so familiar. Allyson’s mind ran a mile a minute. There were so many questions yet she didn't know what or where to start. It took a few moments but she looked at the doctor.

“Why am I here? I was on Borleias. Where am I?” The question of who am I was answered already. It sparked a couple of memories, so there was no question there. Allyson tried to sit up, but her arms were weak and they shook with struggle, but she needed to sit up, she had to make sure that she wasn't paralyzed anywhere. “I need to get to my ship, I have a lot of deliveries and jobs I need to do. Ember is going to kill me - has anyone called for me?”

Allyson had forgotten that Ember Rekaili had passed away. The man that was like a surrogate father was gone and she didn't fully work for the Rekali clan anymore. She had forgotten she was a rogue pilot turned SIS agent. Of course the doctor would have most of her information to help answer questions. Mostly business sadly, nothing about the girl she dreamed about.

[member="Hazel Zanteres"]
 

Hazel Zanteres

The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
Well, that was a rather odd reaction.

The thought crossed the Hapan's mind as she saw Allyson look away, and noticed the slight blush that creeped its way across the woman's cheeks.

Very odd indeed.

Hazel nodded ever so slightly at Allyson's answer. It wasn't a surprise that the young woman felt that way. After being locked in her armour; in space, there was going to be a lot of pain, discomfort and general numbness. Not to mention there was the discconance between mind and body after waking up from a coma; induced or otherwise. While the body may have likely healed or begun the process, it still took a while for the mind to catch up.

She listened to the questions that were thrown towards her, the Hapan's expression remaining neutral and professional even though realization was dawning on the doctor. The information the Galactic Alliance provided was both somehow thorough and vague at the same time. It provided the necessary details of Allyson Locke's life, to help with any potential issues that might crop up in the memory department.

Hazel had read through the information several times, and if she were right. Then it appeared the young woman before her had a sizable chunk of her memories missing.

"Take it easy, Miss Locke." The Hapan moved from the foot of the bed, to the right of it. And with both gentle and careful hands she helped Allyson sit up, shifting the head of the bed so it was angled comfortably to allow the young woman to sit. With that, Hazel saddled up to the side of the bed, sitting down just by Allyson's legs. "Could you perhaps tell me what the date is today?"

[member="Allyson Locke"]​
 
The help of the doctor was appreciated and Allyson inhaled softly as she felt some pain course through her body as she moved, but what came next threw her off completely. The doctor smelled good, not like other doctors who usually smell overly clean as if they took a bath in hospital bleach. Doctor Hazel Zanteres, smelled like summer. Allyson instantly went stiff feeling every muscle in her body tense as she was hit with several memories. All the memories of course were seen during her dream sequence so she did her best to just count them as that. Still, why would the doctor look like the girl in her dreams and now smell like her. Allyson decided not to question that until she knew for sure.

“The date?” Allyson was taken out of her loop of thoughts as she tried to think. It was harder to remember something so simple as the date. Looking down at her hands she moved her fingers as if to count the days, but even then, she didn’t really remember anything. Blinking quickly, she shook her head and a hand came to pinch the bridge of her nose. “I-I don’t remember, it’s easier when I have a shipping slip in front of me I go by that.”

Shifting where she sat slightly, she stared at the doctor, with of course minor glances up and down the woman’s frame. Suddenly a dopey smirk spread across the Corellian’s face as she wondered if this was the woman that had vowed her life to her in her dreams. Maybe she had one of those Force Visions – saw the future and this was how they met. Maybe their vacations were on Borleias or something. Allyson at this moment didn’t care. Catching herself, she coughed, but the cough turned into a fit of them and Allyson found herself slightly hunched over groaning in pain. “What the kark happened to me?!” [member="Hazel Zanteres"]
 

Hazel Zanteres

The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
In part Hazel was hoping that Allyson would remember the date, or rather what she last remembered it being. It was usually an easy way of leading into the inevitable conversation, to inform the patient that they had lost some of their memories. Thankfully for Allyson that didn't entail a complete and total loss, instead just a portion of them. Which in itself wasn't exactly a good thing either, it was never an easy pill to swallow learning you've lost something like that. Whether it be temporarily or heaven forbid, permanent.

Though the fact that she remembered her own name, her past and was able to function normally were already good signs that the damage wasn't too major. And to Hazel at least, it meant that she'd gradually regain her lost memories, hopefully.

But it was ultimately speculation and assumption, based off similiar patients in the past, but then again every one was different.

And there's the staring again.

The Hapan had caught the Corellian's glances and smirk, she knew the look well. While she showed no outwards reaction to noticing it, internally she was bemused by the reaction. That however was quickly pushed aside when Allyson suddenly slipped into a coughing fit. Hazel was immediately on her feet, off the bed and over to the side table where a jug of water had been placed. With practiced ease, the Hapan filled up a cup and was at Allyson's side within a matter of seconds. She handed it to the woman, but noticing the slight shake in her hands, cupped them within her own to steady her and ensure she didn't end up spilling it.

Once she was satisfied that wouldn't happen, she pulled away and returned to her place on the side of the bed. Hazel took a moment to gather herself before answering. It looked as though she'd need to rip the band-aid off for this.

"A space station blew up and you were in a part of it that was torn apart. You were sucked into space, but fortunately you were wearing armor that you locked yourself in, keeping you alive until you were rescued."

[member="Allyson Locke"]​
 
The water was welcomed and she quickly gulped it down. It had felt like years since she had water and she wanted more. Though she knew if she had too much it would cause more of a coughing fit – so she avoided it. Her lips savored the wetness and the quenching feeling of the water, she would have to pace herself so she didn’t internally drown herself. Sighing, Allyson decided to listen to the doctor as she began to speak.

It took a lot out of the former Rogue pilot, to focus on something other than the pain and the fact that this doctor had a weird familiarity about her. Allyson tried to think to her past, but everything seemed so confusing and twisted. Her face was something she’d seen before, but it wasn’t the same face and her voice as different. Allyson closed her eyes tightly trying to recall the images from her dreams, but nothing came. As she focused on trying to figure out where to place the doctor’s face – of course not where she’d want to place the doctor’s face. Dr. Zanteres began to speak – rather bluntly.

Allyson blinked several times absorbing what was just told her. What the kark was she doing on a space station? Why would she blow it up? Why would she be as moronic to not thing of a back--, nope the lack of backup plan sounded pretty spot on. Pausing, Allyson took in the news and attempted to find some sort of memory of it. Nothing came to her and she shrugged. “Either I’m awesome or I think you’ve got the wrong girl Doc.” Musing over her next statement, she stifled down another cough. “How about you tell me about you? I mean, you don’t really look like a doctor you know – usually they’re old and stuffy and have a lot of gray hair.” Allyson shrugged.

“So if I’m some sort of hero, or whatever – how about you let me show you a good time?” Allyson smiled devilishly at the doctor, of course if she was this sort of hero or whatever she did – maybe it would win over this doctor, who could be the woman in her dreams. Long shot? Maybe. Still worth a shot. [member="Hazel Zanteres"]
 

Hazel Zanteres

The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
This time it was impossible for Hazel to not react. Allyson's flirting had surprised the Hapan, to a point she opened her mouth to speak but was initially lost for words. She stared at the woman for a few moments, before slight smile appeared on Hazel's face and she shook her head. She certainly hadn't expected for her newest patient to hit on her.

"As flattering as that is Miss Locke, I'm afraid you're too-" She was about to say young, but Hazel's thoughts almost immediately drifted off, reminding her of a certain night on Zeltros. Which nulled the point she was about to make, no matter what excuses she could think of. Instead she went down a different route. "I am your doctor, taking such an offer would be completely unprofessional of me." There had been the very rare occasion where she had hooked up with a patient, but that was both because it was years after and more importantly they were much closer to her age. Everything that the young woman sitting in bed wasn't.

"But back to the matter at hand." Hazel began, shifting on the bed slightly to get comfortable, and ready should Allyson need anything else. "I don't know the full details, of why you were on the space station, but it is the reason for your coughing fits. You managed to lower you oxygen intake to further ensure you survival, however this had a couple repercussions."

Hazel paused trying to gauge what Allyson's reaction would be, based on her previous reactions the past several minutes. She certainly had yet to lash out with questions, or fell into a panic. But 'yet' was the operative word here, there was no saying how she'd react when she had the full information laid out before her. Perhaps her seeming attraction to her was dampering it, althought that was also another issue in the Hapan's mind. She assumed the Corellian was naturally flirty, and yet something told Hazel there was more going on there with the memory loss being added into the equation.

"Your lungs sustained some injury from the lowered intake, it's mendable but it'll take time to fully heal. However, it has also had an effect on your brain...Miss Locke you're suffering from a case of amnesia. It is why you're experiencing gaps in your more recent memories."

[member="Allyson Locke"]​
 
Allyson pouted at the denial from the Doctor. The woman had to be the woman in her dreams and if so, then her memories should return if she could only just convince the doctor to just listen to her heart or something. Allyson continued to listen and avoided making anymore advances for the time being. If she was going to get anywhere with this woman, she would have to play by the rules for now and try and figure her out a bit more. Also, she was curious to know how she ended up in this place with only dreams to go on.

She was a hero or something – to be honest with her past she probably was stuck on there for some reason and just so happened to blow it up to cover her tracks. Hazel eyes blinked as they stared at the doctor while trying to search for any memory of this space station. Only blanks came up and she nodded slightly. So she was smart enough to extend her oxygen tank enough to get someone to pick her up, which caused damage to her lungs which is where her cough was coming from, but that doesn’t explain why she can’t really picture any of this happening.

Then it came, the doctor labeled it as clear as the day. Allyson’s blank face suddenly changed as she was now concerned with the lack of memories. The Doctor didn’t need to tell her that what she assumed to be the truth was now a distant past. Her lower lip quickly sucked in as her teeth bit into it. A quick memory of her receiving a letter being told that Ember was gone flooded into her mind. The Corellian blinked quickly and then consumed the memory without saying a word. Eyes finally fell away from the doctor as she waited or more to surface, but nothing came afterwards.

“I see. I just remembered that Ember is dead, my family died on Corellia…huh.” Allyson felt a weight lift from her shoulders as she realized something. “Everyone I know is dead. Wow, that’s a pretty terrible thing to suddenly remember.” Maybe it was the shock of it all, but emotions weren’t Allyson’s strongest feature right now. Suddenly she looked and met the Doctor’s gaze. “You though, I remember you. Your face was the last one I saw before I woke up here. You’re someone important. Your face, a beach, a tree…a droid shop.” Her mind searched to grab onto something. “We’re engaged. Ha!” A smile spread across Allyson’s face – at least she had this to shove on top of all the horrible things she had suddenly remembered. Dealing with all of that again would be terrible and her mind searched for a way to protect her – thus forcing the memories of her and [member="Kaili Talith"] to manifest with the good ol doctor’s face.

It’s quite odd how they resemble each other. [member="Hazel Zanteres"]
 

Hazel Zanteres

The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
Hazel watched her patient closely, waiting to see if there were any of the telltale signs of her remembering some of the lost memories. It certainly wasn't unusual for someone suffering amnesia to naturally regain them, even with a lack of a visual stimulus to jog the brain. There was that confused look, one that consisted of trying to grasp what was being said, to understand and process it to make some measure of sense.

Then there was the snap, the swift change as realization dawned on Allyson. The Hapan internally winced at seeing it, feeling as though it was practically a slap to the face as the memories began trickling back to the Corellian.

As she listened, Hazel couldn't help be feel like she needed to give the young woman a hug. She was concerned with the distinct lack of emotion in Allyson's voice and expression, but she chalked that up to the shock taking precedent. Though it didn't detract from the fact the memories she was recalling were not pleasant ones. To learn of your family; your loved ones being dead. Hazel knew that feeling well, and felt some kinship with the Corellian, having lost most of her friends when Corellia broke.

Her attention shifted and interest rose when she became the topic of Allyson's words. There was no denying that the Hapan was at least somewhat curious about how it was the young woman remembered her. She was fairly certain Allyson was mistaking her for someone, the galaxy was after all a very big place and it didn't come as a shock that there might be someone out there that looked similiar.

“We’re engaged. Ha!”

Oh dear...

Hazel's eyebrows raised up in surprise, she hadn't expected to hear that of all things. And now she fell into another internal debate. She was certainly not going to let this mistake carry on, it would be highly unprofessional of her if she let the lie continue. But at the same time, she couldn't help but focus on the bright smile that it brought to Allyson's face. It was genuine happiness amongst the murk of her current situation. Perhaps it would be best to let it carry on for a bit longer, maybe the truth would eventually reveal itself to the Corellian.

The Hapan bit down on her lip slightly, shaking her head mentally. No, she couldn't do that to Allyson and whoever it was she couldn't fully recall.

"Miss Locke, I'm afraid you have me mistaken for someone else. Whoever it is you're remembering; the one you're engaged too, I am not her."

[member="Allyson Locke"]​
 
The sudden excitement faded as quickly as it had shown up. So her dreams were not memories and the woman before her wasn’t the woman she had thought would be the one to be here. A soft “huh…” escaped the Corellian’s lips as she leaned against the fluffed pillows from earlier. It was now that Allyson finally understood her predicament. She didn’t know what had happened the past few years and now she was alone with some congested dreams that made no sense what so ever. She couldn’t even explain the beach that she was sitting on in the dreams most of the time. Hazel eyes shut quickly as she groaned and covered her face.

This was too much and with everything hitting her at once she wished she could go back to this so-called space station and actually just blow up with it. Would have made this all so much easier and better. Allyson looked back up at the doctor and sighed softly. “Sorry about that then. I’m left with two options here regarding you and these consistent dreams I’m having. They’re either memories and you’re obviously not the woman I see in them – or they’re visions of the Force…Ember used to speak about them and how they can happen and all that bantha poodoo.” Allyson waved her hand as she shook her head slightly. “So either this woman in my dreams is a memory and I lost her while I was on the space station – because in some of the memories we are fighting alongside each other…or the woman is you and you just haven’t fallen in love with me yet.”

Musing over this she sighed once again and chuckled at her situation. “As much as I want to believe the latter – I have a feeling this woman and my dreams which I’m assuming is memories that continue to haunt me…I have a feeling she died on the space station.” To avoid any sign of her tears gathering in her eyes, Allyson pulled her vision from the doctor. Hands gripped the bed sheet tightly till her knuckles were white and a flood of anger coursed through her. Once again, the Corellian escaped death and was left with the survivors’ guilt of it all. When would she be able to join everyone on the other side? When will she not have to live with this mountain of guilt? She had done so good hiding all of it when she had left Corellia – but now with the possibility of losing this girl in her dreams – it was unbearable.

“I feel so much happiness when I’m asleep, her face it means so much to me. I was certain that you were her which made waking up worth something…” Allyson opened her mouth, but nothing came out but a sigh. “When can I leave here…or better yet, can I refuse further treatment?”

Unknown to Allyson the woman in her dreams was [member="Kaili Talith"] - who at this time assumed Allyson was dead as well. [member="Hazel Zanteres"]
 

Hazel Zanteres

The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
Her lips thinned as she watched Allyson's reaction to the information. There was no winning in this situation, no way this could go without someone getting hurt; which in this case was solely on Allyson Locke. The thought returned Hazel's mind, breaking past her professionalism. Was she being selfish to not let the lie; this pretence to carry on. Rather cut it from early and now lead the Corellian on. There was no way of knowing right now if the woman in her dreams was dead or not. Although after today the Hapan was going to make sure to chase it up, to find whoever this mystery person was. It would provide at least some closure if she was indeed gone.

She didn't know what to think about Allyson's admission, about whether her dreams were visions instead. Hazel had a decent knowledge of the Force, knowing well enough it was a possibility. But she agreed on the fact it was highly unlikely, and was the memories and amnesia clashing with one another.

Hazel's heart went out to her patient. She couldn't imagine what she was going through right now, not knowing if your love was dead and completely forgetting everything but her face. Although the line of thought reminded the Hapan of a similiar experience. She thought back to when she was enslaved by a Hutt, being regularly pumped with drugs. Hazel couldn't trust her mind most of the time and had gradually lost the will and belief that anyone was coming for her. But there was still something, one thing that wasn't compromised.

Her heart.

Shifting up along the bed, Hazel moved up closer to Allyson and pulled the Corellian into a hug.

"I'm sorry you're going through this Allyson. I won't lie and say this will be an easy recovery, but you will recover...I'll personally see to it right up until you're able to leave." Sure, the Galactic Alliance had specifically hired her to look after their agent. But right now Hazel couldn't give a damn about that. All that mattered was the young woman seated befor her. "And I know it's easy to default into thinking your love is dead. But with your memories muddled...you can't necessarily put trust in it right now. Instead, listen to your heart; to how it feels. What does it tell you about the woman? Perhaps the two of you are simply lost to one another, and just need to find each other again."

[member="Allyson Locke"]
 
Allyson felt her slumping frame suddenly scooped up into an embrace. Her body tensed, but doing so sent pain surging through her. Although it hurt, Allyson fought to cry out and accepted the warm hug from the doctor who up until now had been so cold. Weak arms wrapped around the frame of the doctor, she was built familiar to the girl in her dreams, though at closer inspection she was lacking in some areas, but made up for it in others. Still, it was a moment that Allyson realized that the doctor really wasn’t the girl.

The realization forced the tears that had been welling in Allyson’s eyes to be shed upon the Doctor’s coat. The smell of the ocean against the Doctor made her miss the dreams even more. There everything was perfect and right, she didn’t have this confusion and haze lingering in her mind. In the dreams, the girl was there and Allyson could feel the happiness that she shared with her. Even if the dreams weren’t true memories – she was happy and wanted to go back forever. A final weak squeeze, Allyson whispered softly, ‘I wish she was you…’. Allyson pulled away and slowly began to undo any bandages along her arms and hands. Seeing the IV needles she began to pull at the tape that kept them stationed into her arm.

“I know my memories and my state of mind isn’t the best and its really frustrating. Faces flash in my mind and I don’t know where they go or even if they are real. The one thing I do know, is in my dreams I’m happy.” The tape was a struggle, but she continued to work at it. “If that girl was still alive, if she was safe and nothing had happened to her…why isn’t she here? Why wasn’t she the one to walk through the door?” Of course, Allyson figured from what the doctor had told her that the girl probably didn’t even know where she had been taken. That would explain why this dream girl never showed up or wasn’t waiting at the bedside for the Corellian to wake up.

“Something just tells me, that she’s gone and honestly if she’s gone – I’d rather sleep forever with my dreams or memories – whatever the kark they are. I’m done with any treatment you want to give me.” The frustration with the tape fueled the tears even more, angry sobs hiccuped behind her words as she could feel lack of her strength. “Just let me die, I want to go back to her!” The emotional stress was starting to impact her physical body. Breathing became labored and Allyson felt as if her chest was on fire. Sure, it wasn’t her ideal way to die, but at least she’d be with the girl from her memories again. [member="Hazel Zanteres"]
 

Hazel Zanteres

The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
Hazel sighed softly into the hug, feeling the Corellian's hands as they shifted against her body. It didn't take a genius to work out the young woman was trying to compare, to see if what she remembered in her evasive memories matched what was physically there. The Hapan knew Allyson wouldn't find what she was searching for, the final squeeze and whisper cemented the fact the Corellian realized it too.

All Hazel wanted to do was to continue hugging her, tell her everything would be all right. Her motherly instincts kicking in.

But that quickly slipped away when Allyson began her attempt to peel away at the bandages. 'Doctor Zanteres' returned in full force and she grasped the young woman's hands within her own, as she moved from the bandages to trying to take of the IV tape.

"Allyson." The Corellian pulled her hands free of her, returning to her attempt to get at one of the IV needles. "Allyson!" She attempted to stop the young woman again, but this time she could feel how shaky her hands had become. Allyson's emotional state was going haywire, and a couple machines around her bed began to beep as her heartrate began to spike. With no other alternative coming to mind, Hazel slipped off the bed and moved over to one of the IV stands. A quick few seconds later and the Hapan introduced some sedative into Allyson's system, it would slowly lull the Corellian to sleep. Give her some reprieve until she would inevitably wake up again. Once she had finally dozed off, Hazel made sure to check and reapply anything Allyson might've undone. After that, she carefully moved the woman down so she was comfortable in her sleep.

She sighed after that, running a hand through her hair briefly. Hazel hoped that it would help Allyson, but had an inkling that the Corellian wasn't going to be too happy when she awakened again.

Either way, by the time she next awoke, several hours would've passed. And Hazel was there, having left and come back a few times to deal with matters. But she was there, sitting at her beside with a cart in arms reach that held some food and drink.

[member="Allyson Locke"]​
 
Allyson felt the shift in the control of her body, she began to feel sleep attempt to wash over her. Confused and unable to fight it off, Allyson fell back and entered a deep sleep once again. It was nowhere near the comatose state she had been put into when she arrived at the hospital, but she was in a place where she couldn’t harm herself. Probably a good thing the agent couldn’t do anything beyond mechu deru when it came to the Force, there would have been far more chaos that Dr. Hazel Zanteres would have had to deal with. Her body heavy with sleep, Allyson didn’t put up much of a struggle. Being shifted by the Doctor didn’t wake her, but she entered a series of memories that in its own way comforted her.

Dreams of Borleias, of Ruusan, of a place that hadn’t been marked on a map just yet. The same face, the same woman plaguing her mind in these memories. Allyson could feel the connection she had with her, it was something beyond just a partner or a friend. Why couldn’t she remember her name? The memories shifted and started to fade, the steady sound of a heart monitor echoed in the back of her mind and the Corellian fought off waking up just to feel the warmth of this girl in her dreams. Groaning, she returned to reality and a soft ‘no’ would emit from her lips.

Eyes fell on the monitors in front of her. She remembered a moment in her dream, one with the girl showing her things with machines and being able to manipulate them. Tilting her head, she wondered if the buzzing noise she consistently heard in her head was part of that. Moving her head, she looked towards the doctor who had remained (from her understanding) at her bed side. She had food and Allyson could feel her need to eat rising. Remembering what the Doctor did, she sighed and shifted in the bed. Hazel eyes moved away from the Doctor’s form as she turned her head the best she could away. “Don’t you have other patients to look after?” [member="Hazel Zanteres"]
 

Hazel Zanteres

The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
With Allyson fast asleep, it gave Hazel some peace and quiet to go over things. The initially greeting with the Corellian after her coma hadn't gone entirely great, the fact she was trying to tear off her IVs and wanting to get out of Dodge made it plainly clear. Personally she couldn't blame the woman for wanting to do so, but professionally as a doctor she needed to put her foot down. Nor was it likely the Galactic Alliance were going to let Allyson out of the medical facility until she had a clear bill of health.

In-between her time managing other things; mainly comprised of answering messages from Monastery, she had also sent a message to her current superiors within the Alliance. Inquiring about whether Allyson had any emergency contacts listed. It was something she'd need to do once she was certain the Corellian was able to leave.

Other than that, Hazel remained with Allyson occupting her time between watching her and flicking through her datapad. Every so often there would be a subconscious smile that would creep across the woman's face. It was heartwarming to see some happiness, despite the fact they were just memories and it would likely wash away once Allyson awakened again. It was a tricky affair, one wrought with emotion.

Slowly Allyson began to wake, and as she opened her eyes she was greeted with a smile from Hazel. It was still as warm and sincere as before, thought there was a slight less emphasis on it. That faded away though when the woman sighed and turned her head away.

Tricky situation indeed.

"I don't actually, I was brought here to look after you specifically." Hazel answered, before standing up and lifting the tray off the cart. "Figured you were hungry considering you weren't able to eat anything earlier. Got at least one of everything for you to try." She placed the tray over Allyson's lap, the legs propped up at either side. Nothing that was on offer was particularly appetizing, but then when was hospital food ever anything but that?

[member="Allyson Locke"]​
 
The tray was placed over her lap and Allyson looked towards the food. It had been some time since she had something solid and she could feel her stomach roar with hunger. Despite this, she ignored the food and sat up slightly. The thought of eating made her realize that it would keep her alive – if the doctor wasn’t going to put her down, well she would have to starve herself. Thinking of it, Allyson cringed and groaned slightly under her breath. Hunger was never comfortable, so she thought of another thing. Hazel wouldn’t allow her to remove the IVs, this meant they were going to stay in her system and continue to pump antibiotics into her – so instead she would fix that.

Allyson had to be quiet about it, if the doctor caught on about her fiddling with the machines, her planning would quickly be faltered. “I’m not hungry.” She spoke as she continued to look away from Hazel. Eyes locked onto the machine as she focused on lowering or even stopping the antibiotics and medication from being pumped into her system. Slowly but surely, the machine’s ability to deliver the fluids began to falter. Allyson knew that this would mean she was going to start feeling the pain of her injuries, but that just meant that her plan was working.

Adjusting herself on the bed, Allyson finally looked towards the Doctor. “So, my survival is so carefully entrusted to you and only you.” Musing over this she sighed, never a good sign when the only patient a doctor oversaw dies from infection or starvation. She reached forward and grabbed the cold and slightly stale dinner roll. At least hunger wouldn’t be the cause of death. “At the end of this, don’t blame yourself.” She took a bite of the roll and forced it down. Food wasn’t something she wanted it, she wanted to sleep and remain sleeping till the end. Only there her memories seemed to be whole and only there she felt happiness.

The roll found its way back onto her plate as she inhaled deeply. The pain medication had stopped being supplied by the IVs so it was only moments till she would feel the wholeness of her injuries. A few more deep breaths occurred as she prepared herself for the worst of it. If everything went per plan, it meant she wouldn’t have to feel that pain for much longer – hopefully with the lack of antibiotics infection would occur and she would pass somewhat peacefully in her sleep. [member="Hazel Zanteres"]
 

Hazel Zanteres

The Angel/Devil on your Shoulder
Hazel watched Allyson, a careful look analysing what the Corellian did. After previously trying to pull out her IVs there was no telling what the woman would do next. And the Hapan wasn't fooled by the neutral expression Allyson currently held. She knew well enough a bit of sleep wasn't going to change her course of something similarly stupid as before. So the doctor kept her eyes fixed on her, even though her patient was making a point to not look her in the eye.

"Now that's a lie, you need to eat Allyson." She had after all not eating anything proper in the weeks she had spent in a coma; aside from the nutrients and such that had been pumped into her. Hazel's gaze followed towards the machine, but just as she was about to see; likely catch sight of it being lowered, Allyson pulled her attention away by finally looking directly at her.

"It is, and I'll be doing everything I possibly can to get you back on your feet." Unaware still of what Allyson intended. Again Hazel went to look away, but was brought back when the Corellian finally relented to her hunger and grabbed one of the rolls. She smiled, though it faltered with Allyson's words. Hazel wondered what she meant, and got the answer almost immediately after. She looked at Allyson as she inhaled deeply, then the trembling began and it all clicked. Hazel looked over at the machines and saw none of them were feeding the medication anymore.

What. How-

There was no time to try wonder what had happened. She knew the machine hadn't simply just stopped working, there was something else at work her. Although the Hapan would've hadn't suspected it was Mechu-deru at present, but suspected more than enough Allyson had a hand in it, somehow.

"Allyson, stop this." She said, springing up from the bedside and looking around rapidly trying to think of something. But her eyes always fell back on Allyson as the woman let the pain rack her body. Hazel moved back over to the bed, scooting up as close as she could, enough to be able to place her hands on either side of Allyson's face. Immediately she began channelling her Force Healing, letting it flow into the Corellian like a warm hug. It would be a near impossible task to simply heal Allyson entirely, and it wasn't something Hazel could personally do anyway. Nor was it just so simple, amnesia couldn't just be healed, it needed time and the right person or people to mend it.

"Please, Allyson. What would she say? Would she want you to just throw your life away like this? Or would she want to continue living on? Yes it would be without her, but I can only imagine she'd much rather see you live on and not fall into a dark abyss." Hazel's healing helped numb the pain that was tearing across Allyson's body, additionally repairing any initial damage that had been done when she had turned off the machines. "I know the feeling well, but there is still a chance. She could still be alive, you just have to find her."

Hazel hoped her words would reach somewhere in Allyson, push her to see sense and stop trying to end her own life. Hazel could easily move away now and get the machines working again, but there was no saying if Allyson would stop her again.

[member="Allyson Locke"]​
 

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