Medic, Medic!

[ordon68]

The tall Cerean youngling held the bandage to his head, but blood continued to soak through and run down into his thin eyebrow. His head pounded inside of his long skull. Master Joru, a chestnut colored Bothan, shook his head. "A nasty bit of a cut ya got there Ty. I've healed the worst of it with the force, but you'll need to head to the medical bay to get it fixed up."

A Devaronian youngling about the same age as the injured student stood off a few meters away. A sullen look etched his rust-tinted face, his broad shoulders hunched slightly in remorse. "I'm sorry Ty, please forgive my transgression. I just got into the lightsaber battle so much, I wasn't thinking I was reacting. I didn't mean to slash you with my horn. Well, I mean I did, but only because I was picturing you as a Sith and practicing to face them and got a little carried away."

The Cerean turned to the horned humanoid and shook his elongated head and ended up flinging purplish droplets of blood on the floor of the training area. "It was a good training lesson, I should be more aware of attacks besides just the saber blade." Ty thought to himself, I was barely keeping up with blocking the his saber, I don't know how I can fend off additional attacks. He flipped the cloth bandage and tried to keep it compressed against his forehead. "I'll head over to the medical bay, Master."

The Master nodded as he stared at the bandage and tugged on one of his whiskers. "You've lost a lot of blood, I'll need to escort you there."

The Devaronian ran over to stand next to the Master Joru and Ty-Guri-Judon. He turned to face the Jedi instructor pleading with him. "Master Joru, please. This was my fault, the least I could do is take him to the healers."

The Bothan tilted his head at an angle to look back at the horned youngling squarely in the eyes. "If you wish as atonement, Kelos, then so shall it be. But hurry, they need to make sure there is no concussion or any other issues. I'm not very familiar with Cerean physiology but there could be additional internal injuries, like hemorrhaging of the brain."

"Yes, Master. I will carry him if I have to." Kelos gave a quick bow and stepped between the master and his wounded student. He held out his reddish hand gesturing toward the door, and put the other thick hand behind Ty's shoulder nudging him in that direction.

Ty tried hard to hide the abashment he felt from the poor showing in the saber fight, as well as getting hurt and having to be cared for like a child. He was twelve years old and ready to become a padawan, not someone that needed coddling. To add insult to injury the person who assaulted him was ready to carry him to the healers like an invalid. He took a deep calming breath and repeated the Jedi code silently in his mind as he let himself be lead to the door.

The odd pair moved quickly through the halls, the Cerean leaving a dotted trail of purple blood in his wake as the traversed the immense temple. They traveled in silence, neither really wanting to speak until the finally arrived at the medical ward. The Devaronian nearly lifted Ty off the ground as he tried to guide him to a bench in the waiting area. Ty had thoughts running through his twin brains about attempting a force push to get the brute off of him, but quickly brushed the whole idea from his mind. That is not how Jedi should think, my frustration is with myself, not this hulking horned youngling. He wiggled out of the larger student's grasp and planted himself down, holding back a grunt as he sat hard and made the throbbing ache in his head even worse.

Once the Cerean was seated Kelos spun around and made a dash to the Master Healer's office, nearly knocking over a short Rodian girl who was carrying a tray of laser scalpels and sonic atomizers.

Ty let out a long breath, wincing in pain immediately afterwards. He leaned back against the cold durasteel wall, and felt like he could doze off and maybe the pain would go away..

[Foxfire]

Mal was on call once again when a devaronian came crashing in nearly knocking one of his Rodian assiatants down. The young one rambled and stammered about a duel and a head strike. Rising from his cushin at his table Mal moved to the waiting area where he found a cerean nearly out of it. Calling for a hover gerny Mal levitated the cerean onto it and moved back to a ER room. Mal called for saline push and vitamin booster with adrenaline.

Reaching out in the force Mal sensed the new stitching done by a force user. It was crude but for first aide it would surfice. Mal wove the gash closed. The damage from the head smash was greater than one would have noticed from the first glance. Swelling had begun to be seen affecting upon the machines tied to watch the brain. Mal with the use of the medical droid worked on releaving the pressure. Once he was satisfied Mal roused the cerean with the force.

Young cerean ....WAKE! Time is not for you to sleep. I need to know how you are feeling. So Wake and rouse yourself.... or do you want me to go get one of your teachers to come try.

[ordon68]

Nov 5, 2012 21:06:45 GMT -5 Foxfire said:

Young cerean ....WAKE! Time is not for you to sleep. I need to know how you are feeling. So Wake and rouse yourself.... or do you want me to go get one of your teachers to come try.

Ty rolled his head slowly toward the noise he was hearing, his eyes still unable to open. He mulled the words around in his head and tried to process them through the haze in his mind. One of his hazel eyes fluttered open looking at the huge Hutt who was speaking to him.

His twin brains finally melded the healer's words together into coherence. When Ty opened his mouth, he realized how parched his thin lips were and licked them to get some moisture. His voice was hoarse, and he spoke slowly. "No. I'm awake. My brain feels like..." The youngling paused for a few moments. It was hard for him to think with the pulsing in his head, but he tried to describe the feeling. "It feels like my brains are pumping shards of Adegan crystals through the nerve fibers between them. Is that a bad symptom? It does feel better, though. When I first sat down it felt like a Wompa was trying to bust through my skull."

[10Tickler]

Entering, naught but a few moments before the Cerean had been awoken, a tall-ish woman with translucent skin that seemed to give off a slight greenish tinge to her flesh and brought jade eyes into sharp focus, simply watched, observing silently for a few moments. Even as a Knight, she was still a Student before the skilled workings of a Master, and this was a good opportunity. Cereans were usually quite careful about their heads, for good reason, mind you. Therefore, seeing one with a head injury of any sort made this a perfect lesson, in and of itself.

Silene Stellata knew that standard practice for most Sentient life with Swelling in the Skull, was to drain the offending fluid, be it blood or something else, and replace it as quickly as possible. Normally it was Blood that was needed, as a Concussion could rupture some of the fine Capillaries in the cranium and within the skull itself, however the Dual-Brain configuration of a Cerean made this a logistic issue in and of itself. If they drained blood, would that cause damage to one of the brains? Even if they were to replace it, what if the Hemorrhaging were to be focused around only one of the Cerebellum? Or even a Frontal Cortex? In that case, to drain the blood immediately would end in a lack of Oxygenation to the organ, causing cellular structure to fail almost immediately.

Pursing her lips, the woman thought, tilting her head as she watched before speaking once more. If I may, Master she interjected quietly. Would it be impossible to coax the cause of the swelling back to it's proper place, then use the Force to fix whatever it was that Ruptured? It would be a Fine, delicate procedure, but...Logically speaking, it would be possible, correct? she inquired, frowning ever so slightly at the thought of it all.

If you desire, I would be happy to assist in whatever way conceivable, of course, however if this treatment option is a Valid one, it would greatly assist in the Treatment of Cerean patients, as well as others with unusual Neurophysiologies

[Foxfire]

Listening had become a trait for Mal lately since he was joined with Resaat his padawan. Now Mal listened to both the young one and Stellata. His first priority was to get Ty back and awake then work more fully on the healing. He looked from Stellata to the med droid next to him whom was only watching over the damaged part of the cerean's twin brains.

Please. This droid looks like it is in need of a program up grade for multiple race diagonstics.

Switch to primary life care TCT32, and watch more careful of the Cerean's phyology.

Now Ty ...is it? We're going to start to work on healing your wounds. So stay awake and tell us if you feel anything change,.....OK.

Fi'Cha would you make sure he stays awake.

The young Rodian girl who had nearly got run down came over and started to mop the blood and care for the extier wound. Mal nodded to Stellata to start as he did.

Mal once again delved deep into the force an looked at the twin brains as a whole. Seeing the damage as a darkside maroon red and the even lower pressure of the other fluids. Gently slowly he moved small amounts of fluids from the fringe of the damage back into the second brain and once there he held it at bay and allowed the current made by the fluid to travel afterwards to the removed areas. This practice of moving the fluids was the more tedious of the efforts but it worked.

While holding the fluids back he broke focus and flowed the healing force toward the damaged area. Swirling the force to knit the weakened area. Mal did not want to force the growth nor overwhelm or flood the area with force energy. Every thing needed balance and so was the growth for proper healthy cells and not ones that could be tainted with darkness.

[ordon68]

Ty was feeling woozy as the two healers deliberated on a treatment. His mind kept thinking about the chances of getting a master now is getting smaller. He hoped to make a name for himself one day with the Jedi legends, and now he will be infamously known at the youngling that nearly died in lightsaber training. The pain in his head sliced through his thoughts and then he heard the Hutt speak.

Nov 9, 2012 22:44:24 GMT -5 Foxfire said:

Now Ty ...is it? We're going to start to work on healing your wounds. So stay awake and tell us if you feel anything change,.....OK.

The Cerean started to nod in response to the Master Healer, but as the muscles tightened in his head, a sharp pain stopped him short. He grimaced as he answered, struggling to get the sentence out. "Yes. I... understand. I can't... sleep anyway. Not with the... constant pain." He thought to himself, 'I can't sleep, but if this pain keeps up I could lose consciousness.'

He let out a deep sigh. 'No. I must not let my doubts affect me. I must apply my lessons and use the force to keep the pain at bay as Master Koronal taught us.' He breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly and focused on the feel of the force around him as he summoned it to hold the tide of pain back.

Ty could feel the force flowing through him, which paled in comparison to the strong current of energy from the two skilled healers. The pain was replaced with comfort and peace and he relaxed for the first time in a few hours. He could sense the work being done in his brains and he was in awe of seeing inside of himself through the force, something he's never experienced. The tides of pain pummeling against the force began to recede. He spoke calmly to the healers, "I believe it is working, Masters. I can feel the thrum of pain growing weaker. Thank you both."

[Foxfire]

Letting the flow of the force wash over the three of them Mal pulsed in time with each other. As a circle wave rolling around them Mal timed the pulsing of the force with a healing wash. Moving off from the brain area he split his focus and eased the blood pressure of the young one. Slowly quietly he sang within the force a gentle rhymic song known by wookie young-lings. The tone was gentle and easy to follow. Adventure and new sights of the tops of the trees to the shadow lands below.

Mal sighed as he moved back to to focus upon the young ones mind. Drawing the healing force to repair the damaged cells once again. Easing more of the throbbing pain that he could sence within the damage zone. Wrapping warmth of the force around it he let it all ease into and surround the young ones body. Trying to keep going Mal power and energy started to wane.