Poor Bedside Manner
Jedi Transport
Somewhere in the Core Worlds
Eloise lay on a stretcher in the medbay, gritting her teeth. Meditation was supposed to help manage the pain, but it wasn't working very well for her so far. Probably because she wasn't in a good mood.
Her injury had occurred during what what was supposed to have been a routine mission. Go in, free the hostages, escort them out. They hadn't even reached the objective before Sith forces ambushed them. One of the Knights on their team was killed in the onslaught, and several more were wounded. The Jedi Master leading the raid called the whole thing off. On her way to the extraction point, carrying one of her teammates on her back, there was an explosion behind them. She had been hit in the right thigh by a piece of molten shrapnel. The metal burned through flesh and shattered bone. Her legs buckled and she went down. Ironically, the fellow Jedi she had been carrying ended up saving her life - by taking the brunt of the damage as his body fell on top of her.
She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. How long had she been lying here? Not so much as a medical droid had stopped by to check on her since she was wheeled into this room. Her bandages were soaked through with blood. Fumbling around on the side of the bed with one hand, she pressed the call button. Then pressed it again for good measure. She knew from experience working as a healer that any hospital was bound to be busy, even one staffed by Jedi, but they couldn't be too busy to at least give her something for the pain.
Somewhere in the Core Worlds
Eloise lay on a stretcher in the medbay, gritting her teeth. Meditation was supposed to help manage the pain, but it wasn't working very well for her so far. Probably because she wasn't in a good mood.
Her injury had occurred during what what was supposed to have been a routine mission. Go in, free the hostages, escort them out. They hadn't even reached the objective before Sith forces ambushed them. One of the Knights on their team was killed in the onslaught, and several more were wounded. The Jedi Master leading the raid called the whole thing off. On her way to the extraction point, carrying one of her teammates on her back, there was an explosion behind them. She had been hit in the right thigh by a piece of molten shrapnel. The metal burned through flesh and shattered bone. Her legs buckled and she went down. Ironically, the fellow Jedi she had been carrying ended up saving her life - by taking the brunt of the damage as his body fell on top of her.
She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. How long had she been lying here? Not so much as a medical droid had stopped by to check on her since she was wheeled into this room. Her bandages were soaked through with blood. Fumbling around on the side of the bed with one hand, she pressed the call button. Then pressed it again for good measure. She knew from experience working as a healer that any hospital was bound to be busy, even one staffed by Jedi, but they couldn't be too busy to at least give her something for the pain.