Private Well-Needed Healing

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Eloise Dinn

How many people were watching her? How many people on this ship knew she was different? Wrong? Reina felt like anyone could see it. See that she wasn't herself anymore. Which of course made no sense, most of the people she'd come across here wouldn't even know who Reina was. They wouldn't know what she looked like or what she had done. That didn't put the worries to bed however. When everything that made you who you were had changed...Well, it was hard to come to terms with it. The loss of her leg that was meant to have been a lesson for her to learn from...A lesson that had been ripped away from her as she had been forcibly given it back. The scars she carried that both spoke of her upbringing as a kid, and the injuries she had taken as a Jedi...replaced as if she was born again. The fact that if she lost focus for a moment, she could literally end up flopping on the floor with a tail instead of legs. The fact she could produce pheromones. And to add somewhat insult to injury...It had all given her a sweet tooth as well.

She was starting to panic. This wasn't good. This was why she had to get used to being back out in public. Surrounded by people. It was different when she was out in an open area. This was an enclosed space. There was nowhere she could really go to hide. No view except for the cold emptiness of space for her to look out. Reina's gaze flickered to her hand for a moment, where a set of claws stared back at her which she tried to hide away in her pocket. Breathe. That's what she needed to do. But it was so much harder when you felt as if the room was closing in around you. Not to mention the fact that most of her breathing was done through the subtle gills on her neck instead.

Her eyes darted around, eventually finding herself sliding through one of the doors on the starship to bring herself to one of the recreational areas with various other travellers relaxing away. Sat watching Holovids, gambling away to each other. The usual things people would be up to pass the time. None of that mattered to her however. Reina just threw herself down into the nearest chair she could find and took in a deep breath. Letting her gaze focus on the ceiling above herself as she tried to block out her surroundings. She needed to relax. But that was much, much easier said than done.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Unknown Patient is thirty-two years old, female, mother of two. Victim of Sith surprise attack on starport during evac. Found with third degree burns and massive internal injuries. Despite life-saving efforts, died during surgery at 3:40 PM.

Eloise stepped out of the operating room, yanking her bloody gloves off and throwing them in the trash. Normally it was all routine for her, to lose a patient or two during her shift, but something about this one pissed her off. The sheer waste of it, maybe. You could do everything right, follow all the rules, and still end up dead.

She headed down the hall, the clenched fists at her sides the only indicator of the rage bubbling underneath the surface. Her expression was arranged, neutral, ready to stare down another life-or-death situation. Except she wasn't going to one of those. A chime from her datapad notified her that she had been assigned a new case. Reina Daival, twenty-one years old, female, Jedi Padawan. Rescued from Sith captivity. Her injuries were listed as minor, yet she was classified as in need of constant care and monitoring...

Dodging carts and medical droids as she continued down the hallway, Eloise scrolled down until she found the answers she was looking for. Padawan Daival hadn't just been imprisoned by the Sith. They had turned her into a Sithspawn, altering her very DNA with the Dark Side. Such cases weren't unheard of. Master Kahlil Noble was known for his efforts to reverse the corruption of Sithspawn. Personally Eloise didn't understand how someone could be forcibly corrupted into a monster when Force alignment was directly related to a person's morality, and she suspected there were serious gaps in both Jedi and Sith understanding of how it all actually worked. But she wasn't here to talk semantics. She was here to treat a patient.

When she reached Reina's room, she found it empty. Surveillance records indicated she was in one of the recreation areas. Eloise headed there.

The room was crowded with a mix of patients, their loved ones, medical droids and other personnel. Between all the invasions as of late, they had a full house. Holo screens only added to the cacophony. Scanning faces until she spotted Reina, she picked her way across the room until she was right next to the woman's chair.

"Padawan Daival?" she asked, raising her voice to be heard over all the background noise. Once she had Reina's attention, she added, "I'm Padawan Eloise Dinn, and I'm here to heal you."

Reina Daival​

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Eloise Dinn

Reina's head snapped up at the sound of a voice saying her name. Another Padawan. Eloise. The name felt somewhat familiar but Reina wasn't in the right mindset to be focusing on that right now. Instead there was the last part Eloise had said that Reina was focusing on. She was here to heal Reina. That was impossible in Reina's eyes. This wasn't something you could fix. Something you could just heal. Reina opened her mouth to speak before stopping, as her eyes darted around to look at all of the other people in the room. There were too many people. Reina didn't want them to look at her, and she knew if she spoke, a few heads would look in her direction.

How was she meant to communicate though? That was the biggest question for her. Charades would only get you so far. Alongside that, if Eloise was meant to be healing people, Reina didn't want to take up too much of the Padawan's time. She knew she needed some kind of care, but there were people who were in worse positions than she was. She was alive. Different, but alive. Eventually, her gaze fell upon Eloise's datapad and Reina jabbed her index finger towards it before pointing back at herself and making typing motions with her fingers. She'd understand if her request to use the datapad to type would be denied. Security was important at the end of the day but she thought she might as well ask.

For now, she kept her eyes focused on Eloise and the datapad, trying not to look around her. The constant fear that she was being watched mixing in with the somewhat reasonable fear of medical droids. Reina had already hated droids before anything happened to her, but it had gotten so much worse after she had been altered. Memories of medical droids, strange alchemical ingredients and more flashed in front of her eyes at the mere thought of it all. At the very least, she had been rescued before any alterations could have been done to her mind...but at the same time, that didn't solve any of the emotional damage. Reina had always been stubborn, but in such a short period of time she had been ready to give up on everything.

She knew she had to think positively. To have a good mental outlook for "proper" healing...but it was hard. Reina was used to being able to fight her problems. But you couldn't fight what was in your head.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >