Cast and crew of grown ups 211/9/2022 ![]() ![]() Hux tried to think how he came to be in med-bay. The Crait attack had been a straightforward elimination mission with overwhelming force on the First Order’s side there should not have been much need for medical care. For a moment he wondered why someone so junior had been assigned to a combat mission then he realised that most of her seniors would be either dead or busy with the search and rescue operation around the Supremacy. She was a very young sub-adult the droid was obviously the senior practitioner here. The gentle vibration of sublight engines was a soothing hum around him. He was in the Upsilon’s tiny med-bay, barely more than an alcove off the main passenger compartment small but comprehensively equipped to provide emergency care for combat injuries. Hux took it, snapped the straw open and had finished half of it before he realised that he was also completely naked, except for the thin emergency blanket covering him from the waist down. Also thirsty, but the cadet was already offering a bottle of water. He felt…well, for the first time in a long time. ![]() The dragging exhaustion that had been weighing him down since Starkiller died had lifted. The burning itch behind his eyes was gone, as was the ache in his neck and shoulders, and the clamping pain around his temples. Not even the fading ache of bacta-mediated fast healing. Hux braced himself for the pain (broken ribs, broken collar-bone, strangulation injuries, concussion, extensive bruising and other tissue damage - he knew the litany of his recent injuries at the hands/mind/will of both Supreme Leaders very well). The young woman, a junior (very junior) medical technician from her uniform, slipped a skinny but strong arm around his shoulders and helped him to sit upright. I’m medical cadet Nasaca, sir, this is MDE-955743ESF, field medical specialist.” “Can you sit up, Sir? We’re only an hour out from the Supremacy, and the Supreme Leader said to wake you before we docked. The light was dim, but brightening slowly as his vision adjusted. A face hovered anxiously over him, with a medical droid floating at its – her – shoulder. Something else cool and damp being wiped with precise gentleness over the seam of his eyelids. “ Vital signs steady, disengaging oxygen.” A droid, neutral and expressionless.Ī touch on his face, something being removed. “ ….he’s waking up.” A woman’s voice, light and young, stress imperfectly hidden. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 216122 Chapters: 59/? Comments: 744 Kudos: 344 Bookmarks: 50 Hits: 10297
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