...You Ain't Sticking That In Me. [Needles!]

[Arage Bao]

Once in a while you get yourself into a situation where you… well… honestly it’s hard to properly describe. The War with the One Sith was dragging on and on, but the last thing I could do was just sit down and let it drag me down. With the amount of authority Kiskla pushed into my hands? Yeah, I didn’t think so, didn’t mean I couldn’t have a break once in a while though. More and more I found myself on Lianna, beautiful planet really, sprawling city and yet it had something… serene, peaceful. I loved it, really did and yet some people liked to ruin other folks’ fun.

Like this schmuck in the bar I was frequenting, harassing a poor girl who worked behind the bar. Did the only thing I could do of course, helped out by kicking his ass out off the establishment, didn’t expect him to come back with his friends though. At that point I was pretty, pretty intoxicated. I mean, I was able to kick all of ‘em out of the bar again, but took some wounds.

Girl was nice enough to close down the shop for a while and drive me to the local hospital, had to leave me there though. Girl’s gotta work and I understood, so here I was with a slight concussion to the head. Waiting on my doctor to arrive, I really hoped he wouldn't be sticking needles anywhere, really didn't like needles.

[member="Octavia Dumas"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

[member="Michael Sardun"]

Octavia tapped her fingers against her datapad as she leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. She wasn't sure why she was there exactly; there had been some sort of a conference, or so she'd been led to believe, and her presence for a speech about the advances of neuroscience was required.

However, once she'd actually arrived at the hospital, it all turned to be a sham. Under normal circumstance,s Octavia would have raised hell about being called from another planet for no good reason. But she was tired, and cranky, and-

"Dr. Dumas, there's a patient to-"

"Professor," she corrected the Twi'lek.

"I'm sorry. We think it's a concussion but-"

"I don't handle the small stuff. I'm waiting for my escort back to the spaceport."

"We're understaffed. Please! It will only be a moment, and we will handle him afterwards."

Groaning, Octavia rose from her chair and grabbed the doctor's coat she was given. This was going to be a pain.

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A few moments later, the curtain surrounding [member="Michael Sardun"] was pulled open, and in came Octavia. "How'd you hit your head?" she asked directly and to the point, not bothering with usual ER procedure of checking if he even knew his name or why he was there. Maybe if she could skip the formalities, she could go home earlier.