Barkeep
Generic muffled noises floated to the world outside and then the distinct sound of footfalls getting louder before
Raymond Mosses
appeared, his arms full of stuff and scrapping along the ground in his wake. "Are you a bloody pack rat?" Norongachi asked his eyes immediately drawn to the underwear that could have doubled for circus tents.
Sal winced as he dug through the meds, then he lifted up his shirt and already his right side was a mess of purple and blue bruising. He took up the numbspray and applied it to the area and then picked up a scalpel. "You might want to look away for this bit..." he said quietly and closed his eyes, he could see the fragment of bone in the Force, could feel where it was in relation to his skin and made the incision. The skin split cleanly and he gritted his teeth as a fresh wave of pain found their way to his brain.
The scalpel fell to the ground and he found the flexclamps, the tiny three clawed device was closed into a thin point and without letting the apprehension build, slipped it into the wound. It extended on a thin flexible, controllable, arm and he guided it toward his lung. The claws opened and as delicately as he could, gripped down on the piece of rib and retracted it. The bone fragment fell away bloody along with the clamps to the sand and then came the laser cauterizer. He teased its end into his body, tried to he the angle right and gave one quick burst, it must have found its mark because for the next second he felt like he was breathing fire.
Norongachi fell onto his back and slapped on the bacta patch and let the cries of pain get lost among the dunes then sat up shakily. "Field surgery never gets easier.." he spoke weakly and spat a glob of crimson onto the sands.
Sal winced as he dug through the meds, then he lifted up his shirt and already his right side was a mess of purple and blue bruising. He took up the numbspray and applied it to the area and then picked up a scalpel. "You might want to look away for this bit..." he said quietly and closed his eyes, he could see the fragment of bone in the Force, could feel where it was in relation to his skin and made the incision. The skin split cleanly and he gritted his teeth as a fresh wave of pain found their way to his brain.
The scalpel fell to the ground and he found the flexclamps, the tiny three clawed device was closed into a thin point and without letting the apprehension build, slipped it into the wound. It extended on a thin flexible, controllable, arm and he guided it toward his lung. The claws opened and as delicately as he could, gripped down on the piece of rib and retracted it. The bone fragment fell away bloody along with the clamps to the sand and then came the laser cauterizer. He teased its end into his body, tried to he the angle right and gave one quick burst, it must have found its mark because for the next second he felt like he was breathing fire.
Norongachi fell onto his back and slapped on the bacta patch and let the cries of pain get lost among the dunes then sat up shakily. "Field surgery never gets easier.." he spoke weakly and spat a glob of crimson onto the sands.